Get off the drugs and diss the dead I kno im dead wrong
I hope his man's meet the same fate I want them both gone
Ain't tryna drink but I want red rum
Up the score banging with my heat like Im wit Old Bron
I'm still tryn make it right
If they cross you cut them off don't let them make it twice
I get so lost up in these songs this how I clear my mind
If they kill me right now tell the truth would you be teary eyed
I done fell in love with these switches like I love the trenches
I know I done fucked a couple sisters them was not my bitches
I treat my Glock like my new bitch I bought them both extensions
Niggas dying over posts so keep me out yo mentions
I done had some dark days
That put me in a dark place
I love my lil bitch love when we link hate when we part ways
Done seen some junkies get high and go sleep right in them hallways
I gotta new gun for my 19th like fuck a party
Let a nigga act too tough in here I put them members on em
Make that nigga block hot everyday like he in California
.308s just ate his lungs up like he got pneumonia
17 trapped my Impala out cuz Ian have a foreign
Raised around all drug dealers
So I started drug dealing
Can't tell me leave the streets until I'm up 100 plus nigga
Taught my bitch to bag up some duty just cause I fuck with her
Be killed or kill it ain't no in between can't be no gun victim
I done seen it all in the trenches
And I got God as my witness
Ain't see the paperwork then you can't
Say bra out here snitching
Boy put that paper first yk that bag come with the bitches
My junkie late for work he had to see me first he was itching
Get off the drugs and diss the dead I kno im dead wrong
I hope his man's meet the same fate I want them both gone
Ain't tryna drink but I want red rum
Up the score banging with my heat like Im wit Old Bron