Afterlife lyrics

I got hoes
They be on my di*k and sh*t
Want my autograph
Wanna take a pic and sh*t
I'm from off the Ave
They be moving bricks and sh*t
Got like 40 shorties and they all be hitting licks and sh*t
We be getting money, n*gga
Any type of way
Snowy or it's sunny, n*gga
Any type of day
I told broski not to hit the fiend, 'cuz he look like the jakes
So tell his ass he gotta taste it, or smoke it in yo face
I mean it's extra, but it's safe, 'cuz I don't need a case
I don't walk the streets, I run them
That's why I don't need the race
Rolling grams outta 7
My lil homie keep the shakes
And I don't care if you in first or not
I put you in yo place
'Cuz it's real where I'm from
Where I hang at, they shoot dice and slang crack
Lost my n*gga Pooh Bear to the game
I seen pain Jack
Same n*ggas you hanging with
Same n*ggas I aim at
Bodybag a n*gga
[?] coming, I ain't saying jack
Wishing knocking to get a couple of my people's back
Lost a couple real n*ggas
Three to be exact
But I won't let a n*gga take me
So I keep it on me but it's off safety
Me and my n*ggas my n*ggas
Gon' always be my n*ggas
They gone always keep some b*tches
They gone always keep some pistols
They gone always keep it real
And I always keep a hitta by my side
Down to ride
He ready for homicide
I used to gangbang with a lot of n*ggas
Slang 'caine, hit a main stain with a lot of n*ggas
Now I'm in the cut, poled up, like Osama, n*gga
And I got this money on me like I hit the lotto, n*gga
And I'm rarely on Twitter so don't follow, n*gga
When I'm smoking gas when you hit it, you can't swallow, n*gga
n*ggas say they with it
I done heard that from a lot of n*ggas
Try and dodge a bullet
Gone pull it
I got hollows n*gga
And I hope I see my n*ggas in the afterlife
Aw, you getting taxed for white
My n*ggas get the after price
I see shorty on me for my money
So I have to pipe
I approach a n*gga face-to-face
And I don't have to fight
[Outro:]
n*ggas know, and b*tches know
It's the f*ckin' Guys in my f*cking eyes, still
Lil' n*gga