1st this my apology, i should've been poppin shiit
im da 1 had millions, but still thuggin wit glocks n shiit
disrespect the family n get 1 of ur partners hit
payed my lawyer cash that biitch got me back, erin brockovich
aint no stopping this tryna run it up b4 the pocalypse
my pockets itch whenever i move around got the heart for this
known for playin wit heaters n constantly switchin cars n shiit
cant war wit a ghost, gotta think hard for u start some shiit
(ah ah ah ah ah)
time to be a host,
can u take the pressure of losing people u need the most
i be in them bushes, a fat niigga but weave n throw
aint scared of no niigga wit 2 eyes a feet n nose.nigga
let that fever blow, most u niiggas biitches just walking round wearing diva clothes
i see thru u niiggas, just talk tough till u see the pole
then now im your bro, i put belt to asss like u beat ur hoe
fold u like a pita roll
see the Lows, this shit way deep than rap, we'ont leak the code
death b4 dishonor we still alive tryn beat the cold
1 plus 1 equal 2 ur niggas eat the 4
spank u out the moose then go buy a cleezy then hit the road, bitch
wat u sneakin fo
i put all that shiit on a niigga soon as i leave the sto
i got tunnel vision see money only n a piece of hoe
im da same nigga if the game tied gon get the sco
now tell me what u geekin for
i remember plenty times they kick the door
i done had that shit on me if they bagged me wont be home until im 64
braced a lotta niggas for they shit b4, left some airpods in a nigga whip to get the low
camped on a rat tryn get the dough, wish it would've ended on a different note...