Only my gang that's OMG Oh my God Bitch who shot ya Different posture Sick as Ochsner Killing everything on your roster Chasing everything, but these hoes I leave that up to Byron Cotton I put Two and two together like do we have a problem Numbers too steep then hit the judge You know it's death before dishonor You better check the warning signs cause we don't do friendly reminders You do the crime You do the time Don't try to put that on your potnas I'm the shit I don't go to kickbacks It's a kickback on that yopper But life's different now when I get around certain people I got to speak proper What the fuck you mean Niggas talking dirty and these guns ain't clean You run we squeeze Then turn your R.I.P post to a fucking meme I cuff my sleeves and watch these niggas get a buzz and die like honey bees I'm stuck with G's Y'all just copping pleas They in the justice league Do what for free These dope verses for cheap so I ain't fronting keys They stuck beneath They put they trust in freaks so Ion fuck with Eve Get up with me you undercover geek Your daddy was a leech So when the apple doesn't fall far from the tree Just drop a couple leaves Cutting em off Telling La Beezo we need new cutlery Every time I'm in the kitchen He in the kitchen Thinking bout mustard greens Whatever they saying Whatever they doing that shit still under me Y'all fucked up when y'all chose to let these underdogs off the fucking leash Fell out with Vell it's hurting me Screen calls no words from me I was bumping just to check on you, but that shit could have been an emergency Calls dropping cause my service weak Let me call AT&T and tell them, boys That I'm still above they top even though this agent free When I ran into these crazy streets I stopped getting A's and B's I start hitting all them licks It was hard to live my days at ease Money come and money go just like these hoes Lil boy don't play with me Could've whacked me in my sleep I let these two-faced niggas stay with me Talking to my momma Like momma I'm at rock bottom She say you done worked too hard if you cry you'll feel better bout it I say no If they catch me crying they might think I'm a hoe And I don't care what they think, but imma slang this bitch till I go On G O GI Joe I ain't take the lead yet, but I'm close Nigga tried to burn me for some bread Tell em I'll be back with my toast I be out of town looking for the gas Instagram keep deleting my post Making fake pages just to report mine Nigga tweaking like he them folks I'm so lost I don't know I don't know I don't know which way to go But right or wrong I'm in that water behind my bro Diving in your shit like Jean Michel Cousteau All the competition nonexistent What that was A UFO I don't know if you seen what I seen I don't know By any means Ima intervene if it's bout my dough We don't trick or treat These tricks want treats, but I don't know Who the fuck they think I am You not my hoe you blocked fasho They don't drill for you cause you don't pay them boys for real Your shottas broke Loading cash app with some money Just to make sure Boogie make store Niggas in the can playing round with punks coming back home thinking we ain't know First it was all about the pot of gold Now these niggas trying to taste the rainbow I don't know I don't know if that's how that go Got a session from five to five so Ima leave the block at four Give the rest of my rocks to my bro just in case he sell out and can't score Y'all like six plus down on the score why the fuck y'all still sitting on the porch I don't know I don't know which way to go But right or wrong I'm still gon ride behind my bro He say get em I say got em Which direction Ima blow If you ain't riding you getting towed or get a tag around your toe He getting mad about the hoe I don't go in my stash around her though I done seen two niggas snort a whole eighth and look sad without that coke Then started fussing about who went under I ain't seen that shit happen before Thinking to myself hoping they don't call they self asking me cause I don't know I don't know You do whatever that floats your boat Jack boys galore You bet not let us hold you pole I ain't in to that shit you niggas keeping on the low Yeah I ain't even in my bag yet cause I ain't done in the grocery store