Pack came in dope showed up
Word gettin' out phone blowin' up
Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count f**ked up house blown up
Count f**ked up house blown up
F**kin' with me and my niggas we fed up yeah
n***a f**kin' with me it's a man down
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays crime pays
Get that yay whip that yay
F**kin' with me and my niggas we fed up
F**kin' with me and my niggas it's man down
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin' friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin' friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays
Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
b***h I'm smokin' on that schwarzenegger that terminator
I put meat and potatoes on tables from flippin' yayo
My amigo got 53 acres a regulator
Got big nuts I say f**k the world I might impregnate her
I'm a shark with the fork and the pot the calculator
Don't get popped with the flex and finesse
Don't try my paper
I spray niggas straight till they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got 53 acres a regulator
Drivin' up lets get this paper get this paper
F**kin' with me and my niggas we fed up
F**kin' with me and my niggas it's man down
b***h I'm back on that dope boy I'm codeine and molly and xan'd out
I relapse on that dope boy I'm codeine and molly and xan'd out
With a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin' friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin' friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good lord
Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays
Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me
Go to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
