I´m in a super coupe tonight Slidin´ in some other shit right now Just been thinkin´ lately, like You know, shit ain´t the same Uh
Fuck these niggas talkin´ ´bout? (Ayy, 40, what that is?) Mm, mm, uh
I can´t talk to the dead And I don´t talk to the feds They say, "A dead man can´t tell you who left his ass dead" I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin´ bread Them old niggas that came before you´ll tell you I wasn´t scared Headshot ´em, I don´t want no legs She fuck me good, I take her down south and I buy new breasts I´m chasin´ pussy and I´m chasin´ paper, I´m out of breath They actin´ like they focused on money, but be seekin´ help
That shit be really hell
Figured this shit out up in my cell I had to fall back from the lean, that shit bad for my health I wish I could tell my grandma I love her, but she ain´t even here I lost lil´ Slugga down to the gutter, nigga, I ain´t got no feels I´m ready to kill Lost my cousin, see, shit was real I know these niggas be talkin´ that murder talk, but niggas´ll squeal Went on my first drill, free lil´ Jacob, shit still give me chills I´m slidin´ with a switch and Draco, it´s just me and Bill It´s just me and slime
Super coupe, just go in, jump in the four-door, see you tomorrow She sad today, give her some time, she´ll be happy tomorrow I´ll buy a purse, ain´t never bow down and sayin´ sorry I buy Xanny bars in all of summer, I forget ´bout all my problems Uh, no matter what, I´m goin´ hard Cold-blooded killers, they goin´ hard Had to talk with all of my niggas, just playin´ smart When I check you on that problem, don´t take it to heart
I can´t talk to the dead And I don´t talk to the feds They say, "A dead man can´t tell you who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin´ bread Them old niggas that came before you´ll tell you I wasn´t scared Headshot ´em, I don´t want no legs She fuck me good, I take her down south and I buy new breasts I´m chasin´ pussy and I´m chasin´ paper, I´m out of breath They actin´ like they focused on money, but be seekin´ help That shit be really hell I can´t talk to the dead And I don´t talk to the feds They say, "A dead man can´t tell you who left his ass dead" I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin´ bread
Them old niggas that came before you´ll tell you I wasn´t scared Headshot ´em, I don´t want no legs