JB & Rod lyrics

[Chorus]
At night I pray they shoot me in my face, don't stab me in my back
I got too much sh*t going on, I'm getting too old for that
He say my name, won't lift a finger, I got bros for that
If I ain't tryna f*ck, but I wanna nut, then I got hoes for that, stupid n*gga
Better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it (AR), n*gga
I'm the one that made that murder sh*t cool in the city
I love to open my mouth and talk my sh*t 'cause I got diamonds in it
I got three straps with me in traffic, b*tch, but I ain't ridin' with it
Don't like to smoke, I might just grab the blunt, b*tch, I be vibin' with it
High as f*ck, I might just land on Mars
I'm out in Cali driving a Redeye, I came from stolen cars
I'm still on Percs and Xanax bars
Turnt up, b*tch, I'm ballin' hard
Up late, it's just me and my rod
Or I'm with JB and Rod, them my boys

[Verse]
In the 'yo I'm with Will, Bird and Bricks
We just hopped up out the Ubеr with a stolen stick
Why the f*ck you always clutchin'? You ain't gon' shoot it, b*tch
ManMan stole from mе, I let Glock take his gun, they was tusslin' and sh*t
The f*ck?
It ain't go off, that sh*t luck
He made me mad, I get him plucked
On all these Percs, I'm high as f*ck
Clutchin' bad, ain't got it tucked
Wake up fiendin' like a cluck
Knowing I need to get off this sh*t
IG model pull up late night, she gon' eat the whole di*k
Tryna record this new ho, f*cked around and clicked the old flick
These hoes don't give a f*ck, they know I'm up, probably f*cked every b*tch
Ayy, big bro been slidin' for years, say he probably shot every stick
I done probably bought every blick
Wealthy stepper, rich as it gets, n*gga
Know I like to slide, I fell in love with sending hits, n*gga
I ain't the type to hide, I'm back seat ridin', tryna blitz n*ggas
I catch you with that ho, then you gon' die on side your b*tch, n*gga
Ain't never had no filter, pus*y boy, know you a b*tch, n*gga
She like how I flow, say she wanna f*ck the G.O.A.T., Li Rye
I keep pourin' all this lean for all my soldiers in the sky
Late at night I'm in my feelings, yeah, sometimes I wanna cry
But I can't never show no pain, until some more of these n*ggas die
Why they droppin' disses like they stand on business? n*ggas never slid
Pay for sessions, go sit in the booth, rap 'bout what they brother did
Every n*gga 'round me know for a fact that I'm gon' rrt
Every n*gga 'round me know for a fact that I'm gon' rrt, b*tch
[Chorus]
At night I pray they shoot me in my face, don't stab me in my back
I got too much sh*t going on, I'm getting too old for that
He say my name, won't lift a finger, I got bros for that
If I ain't tryna f*ck, but I wanna nut, then I got hoes for that (AR), stupid n*gga
Better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it, n*gga
I'm the one that made that murder sh*t cool in the city
I love to open my mouth and talk my sh*t 'cause I got diamonds in it
I got three straps with me in traffic, b*tch, but I ain't ridin' with it
Don't like to smoke, I might just grab the blunt, b*tch, I be vibin' with it
High as f*ck, I might just land on Mars
I'm out in Cali driving a Redeye, I came from stolen cars
I'm still on Percs and Xanax bars
Turnt up, b*tch, I'm ballin' hard
Up late, it's just me and my rod