Lyricist : Spaz Oso Angelo

Composer : Spaz Oso Angelo

(I-I-I love you Jae)

(Four3va the ****in' G.O.A.T., nigga, **** is you talkin' 'bout?)

I'm on the eastside with my main vibe, my main thing

I got my blick hanging out my pocket, let my trip hang

I got the stick on me when I'm walkin', nigga, catch a flame

I feel just like Wayne, bringin' major pain

You could keep screamin' "Bandgang" with no money in yo' ****in' pocket, nigga, that's a shame

Huh, I swing the Draco, and I can't lie, I choose violence

I'm addicted to X pills and I can't get off Oxy

Bring back Kyra, this shit don't feel real, somebody just stop it

I got partners that can't see the gang 'cause the police hit 'em with the charges

You would not know, Baby Life Vamp, only choosing violence

Girl, you gotta go before my other bitch start wildin'

I can't keep lyin' to these bitches, all these damn lies just gon' start pilin'

I just poured Wock' in my soda, I swear to God, it move slow

When I'm in the club, let the shit fire, nigga, when this shit look like snow globe

Now look at me and tell me, what the **** I look like ****in' on a broke ho?

Now look at me and tell me, look at my eyes, nigga, I ain't gon' go

Put this on the mob, nigga, I ain't no ho

We call her a lob, pass her to my bro

Push up to his crib, he lock his front door

Told her "I want head," I ain't ****in' that ho

Hm, I can't love no ho

They can't even break my damn heart, nigga, but this shit so sore

If I could just go back in damn time, swear to God, I probably wouldn't even go

Sometimes just thinkin' in my damn head like, "When the **** am I gon' blow?"

I guess we'll just really never know, hm

I guess we'll just really never know, huh

I rob that boy, pop 'em, get him gone, huh

I catch that boy, rock him, take his phone

They be tryna give a young nigga [lil'?] elbow

Huh, I play with that kitty, no hello

No index finger, get rolled like a 'Rello

This might be one of the damn hardest ****in' instrumentals

Don't wan' be no angels, I hang with rebels

Whole gang could've crashed out, but I ain't let 'em

Talk dumb, ain't nothin' bigger than ten letters

Talk dumb, ain't nothin' ****in' with GoodFellas

Told them ain't nothin' bigger, ain't nothin' better

Lil' partner bang billy, told me he can't smell 'em

Nigga, if it's **** 'em, nigga, then forget 'em

Huh, I'm just tryna hit the eastside, hit the strip, nigga, with King 30

I'm on Glenwood, with money, ridin', and you know the money kinda dirty

Put on the Jason mask, and then start purgin'

And she gon' get the dick tonight because she earned it

Glock got STDs, it catch his ass and burn him

Police on my phone, believe I got that burner

Oh, you a loose screw, my gang construction workers

I'm tryna get activated by this Perky

Doin' two hundred, but this not no Derby

Spend money on drugs, nothin' else deserve me

Can't afford love, girl, my pockets hurtin'

Spend money on you? Baby, you not worth it

I break yo' heart, baby girl, on purpose

Bad karma come to me, baby, I deserve it

Somethin' happen to me, baby, I deserve it

I took niggas off, but I'm not perfect

I did bitches wrong but I'm still learning

I used to cut myself 'cause I felt worthless

Love my tattoos, shawty, why I'm shirtless

Got bad news mama, this ain't workin'

Get in my bag, call me Lil' Glokk Birkin

Don't be shy, this Draco make her nervous