(Verse 1)
Hold up roll up
Hold up roll up
Hop out let the chopper mow em (×3)
I cannot lose to you n*ggas I'm going insane, hop out I aim at your brain
I've been at loss for some words, I'm faded right now I'll just let the chopper explain
I popped two xannies I'm gone I'm fried and I'm lost, dead ass dawg I'm zoning away
I took way too many L's throughout these few years, I swear that it's all gonna change
I don't care if I catch a body, I don't care if I gotta do time about it
I been down too long I've sinned way too much I already know Im going to hell regardless
Let the pistol run till my ammo's up, f*ck n*gga
I cannot run wit ya, not even f*ck with ya
Cause n*ggas be acting like b*tches and b*tches be hoes, you know how it goes
I'm busy running up my numbers not sorry I can't get phone
So please leave a message right after the tone
Yuh, sike, leave me alone
I'm back on my sh*t and I can't chase a b*tch that sh*t is a risk
If it ain't 'bout money then get off my di*k
It's making me sick I'm juggin' I'm hitting a lick no fussing I'm bussin' the stick
I pour up a six, I'm drowsy I'm feeling the sh*t
You talking the mac get you hit, my aim is legit
I'm going all in, I ripping this sh*t and my flow 'bout to switch
f*ck n*ggas I be rapping on my sinnin' sh*t yall b*tches go crazy when I feel it and I flow like this
And I'm back, n*ggas got the mac on the road now
Hitta's trapping with the wrist they be with the sh*ts Fiji gotta drip, gotta make a hit gotta flip the bricks, gotta death wish gotta kill sh*t b*tch
Yuh
And I flow whenever, gotta go whenever
I be on it I be balling I can't fold however
They plotting on my downfall, I can't slow up not ever
If you want it come and get it, slit your throat