Ay Back up roach
Yea yea huh
I've got two baddies on my side applying pressure
I'm moving slow cus yo I'm sippin wocctapepper
And I can't even front I eyeball it no measure
I'm doing damage and I feel its all for you
I'm juuging hard cus yo my feelings all for you
Me and my niggas get nostalgic smoking cookie
Reminiscing about the times when we were wildin'
We still wildin' but we tryna stay afloat
Baby please don't put a stain on my soul
Too many niggas did you wrong, can't do that no more
Too many bitches did me wrong can't do that no more
All of the times that I hold you tight cus I've got this dark skin
Gotta cherish every moment that I've got with you I ain't Clark Kent
I told you I can't wait till I get home
Whoa Whoa
Don't need hydrocodone
Codeine on my microphone
Having trouble knowing right from wrong
Huh
This yo bitch type of song
She don't know what side she's on
She been here crying all night long
Still sucking my dick in between
She got problems, I've got problems we both agree we fiends
On my mama, on my mama gotta live within your means
They taxing twenty bands for a pint of Act', so you know I'm still sipping green
And I'm still counting blues
Yellabone make your pockets bleed
Huh
I've got two baddies on my side applying pressure
I'm moving slow cus yo I'm sippin wocctapepper
And I can't even front I eyeball it no measure
I'm doing damage and I feel its all for you
I'm juuging hard cus yo my feelings all for you
Me and my niggas get nostalgic smoking cookie
Reminiscing about the times when we was wildin'
We still wildin
Huuh yea yea
Huuh yea yea (nostalgic smoking cookie reminiscing bout the times when we was wildin')
Huuh whoa whoa
Yea Yeaa yea yea
(Still wildin')
Nostalgic smoking cookie reminiscing bout the times when we was wilding
We still wildin'
We still wildin'