Ain Goin’ To Heaven lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
n*ggas talkin' 'bout
n*gga talkin' 'bout he got

[Verse]
Ayy, and I'm on drank, n*gga, so I'm finna fly out to LA (Fly out to LA)
Yeah, new scripts in, n*gga, f*ck it, might fly to the A (Fly to the A)
Ayy, that n*gga cuffin' that ho, I'm just f*ckin' her face (f*ckin' her face, yeah)
n*gga, yeah, this a new Drac', ain't no AK (Ain't no AK)
n*gga, my cup full of them meds, might be Act' (Might be Act', yeah)
n*gga shoot this way, n*gga know we shootin' back (We shootin' back, yeah)
He ain't even be where he say, n*gga, yeah they took his pass
And I'm off Roxi', n*gga, ridin' 'round with that cash (With that cash, ayy)
Told that lil' ho block me, lil' ho makin' me mad (Stupid b*tch)
She ain't even get my number, f*cked her off the 'Gram (Dumbass ho)
My n*gga, he on Oxys, he don't evеn pop no Xans (Pop no Xans)
I was in the H, n*gga shot this way but I ain't ran (Hell nah, n*gga)
We was finna hit his housе up but them kids, they saved him (Lame-ass n*gga)
.45 hollows hit now doctors, they can't save him (Yeah)
.45 Glock ain't got no safety, he won't make it (That n*gga dead)
I been knew these n*ggas was hoes since I turned eight (Since I turned eight)
b*tch, I had to get up in that mode when I turned eighteen (When I turned eighteen)
Ayy, can't let no rap n*gga say they made me (Ha, nah, hell no, huh)
All of these n*ggas, they clones, hell yeah, yeah, we made em' (Yeah, we made 'em)
Brand new Drac' hit him up on his back, now he disabled (Ha, yeah)
White plug, his name Mason, I'm rockin' Margiela (Rockin' Margiela)
Ayy, me and twin walked in the bank, we friends with the tellers (Friends with the teller, b*tch)
My n*ggas, they doin' fraud n*gga, what they doin', ain't no tellin' (Ain't no tellin', sh*t)
If we get jammed up, n*gga, hell nah, ain't no tellin' (It ain't no tellin')
n*gga, ridin' with Drac's, yeah, ridin' with felons (Ride with some felons)
This lil' ho too basic, this ho think she special (Stupid b*tch)
She knows she can get replaced, I ain't even gotta tell her (On God)
We off the Schedule II drugs, b*tch, I ain't goin' to Heaven (Ha)
[Outro]
n*gga, yeah, w-we off the Schedule
We off the Schedule II drugs, n*gga, ain't goin' to Heaven
FN hit his, uh, we ain't goin' to Heaven
FN hit his sh-, he ain't goin' to Heaven
Ayy, yeah, uh-huh, straight up t-, uh-huh, uh-huh
Ayy, .45, huh, .45, n*gga, hollow tip