END OF LIFE lyrics

[Verse]
I got bone on my neck
And some of these n*ggas think I'm heavy weight
To me, it's on gank tip
Take your dope when I'm be doin stangs
What you want, a quarter key?
Meet me down on Chelsea St
We shoot them b*tches up
And by next week I'm back out trick or treatin
With a Glock in my drawls
As I walk the mutherf*ckin track
I'm beatin these bustas down
If they think they fina sell some crack
Bay Bruh rollin, bet he hit me with a lick
I'm boomin sh*t
I'm frontin all them n*ggas comin up short
And Imma shoot a b*tch
Terrell
You scoop me up in a '93 Cherokee
We rollin G
Smokin on hay
I got the munchies, let's hit Applebees
Where them heavy n*ggas at?
I bet I got my f*ckin gat
I'm not just fina eat
I'm fina lay down lemons in the streets
n*ggas comin clean, rollin mean
I'm gettin bout tired of this sh*t
(A playa, you change for a hundred mane?)
(Yeah, I think so)
POW, POW
Now, give it to me b*tch
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound, Blackhaven n*ggas makin stangs
Pistol grip on them hoes
We all about comin clean
Glock in my drawls
As I walk the mutherf*ckin track
I'm beatin these bustas down
If they think they fina sell some crack
Bay Bruh rollin, bet he hit me with a lick
I'm boomin sh*t
I'm frontin all them n*ggas comin up short
And Imma shoot a b*tch
Terrell
You scoop me up in a '93 Cherokee
We rollin G
Smokin on hay
I got the munchies, let's hit Applebees
Where them heavy n*ggas at?
I bet I got my f*ckin gat
I'm not just fina eat
I'm fina lay down lemons in the streets

[Outro]
n*ggas comin clean, rollin mean
I'm gettin bout tired of this sh*t
(A playa, you change for a hundred mane?)
(Yeah, I think so)
POW, POW
Now, give it to me b*tch
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound, Blackhaven n*ggas makin stangs
Pistol grip on them hoes
We all about comin clean