Don't even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gon' kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Don't even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gone kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
You got me need no one else
By my lone ain't need no help
30 clips in BB belts
30 clips in BB belts
Pull up in ya driveway just like its a drive thru
Aiming at ya head we ain't shootin beside you
Struggle everyday but I know ima make thru
Only trust my brotha cuz a friend gonna snake you
Fuck sleep roll up outta bed lets get it
We got choppas on ya forehead, shootin at yo fitted
That's my swag you bit it
See ya hoe I hit it
That shit nun' my Bidnes
I need six digits
They like how you keep it hunnid
But tote a 50? Huh? Huh?
Only go if the gang with me
Everything feels wrong
Drop em like a song
Fuckin hate my life why does death take so long, yeah
Don't even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gon kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Thank god we don't live forever
Baby if you leave no one gonna treat you better
We could go to saks fuck the tags, Its whatever
Said she love me I ain't ever fuckin met her
Yeah, Yeah
Bool out with that pipe, yuh
Buss it, fuck the sight, yuh
Yo bitch such a bop she givin top like she dont write, yeah
Nigga think he runnin
He don't know he layin right there
(Where he at? where he at?)
He layin right there
Don't even feel myself
Nigga run up on me he gon kill himself
I make her feel herself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself
Gas pack loud can't hear myself