Drip droppin' off the chicks, I got a bitch that's off the lush, she bust a trickSoft to love, I build a strong pillow with mugs and do a ***Cop a hundred on a stick, caught a drizzle, get you flippedI swipe really dazzle ***, swipe really dazzle ***I can't change none of my drillers cause I'm hard as crackWhen niggas wasn't sloppin' for Greg, we made him shake his spotI rock, *** all that talk and I ain't too tight to popGrabbed two for killin' traitors for the trigger chopThat's my soul, I'm a demon that still say his prayersSay your love when I need it to, you wasn't thereIf you had me, would you cross me? That's my truth of deathI kept a knife in L.A. bound, y'all had to stay preparedI get hated on by the bros, I don't even be the oppositeJust got a drop from my eye, from my other eyeLately she been showin' she got me, she deserve a shotBy how my life's set up, I probably keep a number blockI ain't playin' private, it tears me bad with politickin'Puttin' on for my projects, had to ride originalEither he told or he didn't, it ain't no polystitchin'I'm a dog, you play with Cho, I had lil' papaMhmm, oh, oh, ohLately I've been on some gutter ***Wanna love my bitch, but I'm so stonedCan't even trust a bitch, I'm trapped here with them black menSee the suckas, we gon' bust a bitchMhmm, oh, ohSee the suckas, we gon' bust a bitchCholo, I got youIn the musicLately I've been on some gutter ***We gon' come like Nissy Hussle and Roddy RicchGot the whole team noddin' on some Bobby ***Got the whole bitch on some Whitney Bobby ***And if you know me, I'm never on no lolly ***I'm takin' slow sips soon as the Jolly mixAnd you don't know how it feel on that homie listOn the run and they kickin' in yo' mommy ***Hidin' in the Jacks in the back with that Oddy kickWouldn't wanna be the one hit when that Tommy spitWe in the night with a molly kissAll we get here, cause I know her and my pot in the casketPyrex and grannies, it was certain when the grams dropSame as that track called, soon as yo' mans dropThem cold bodies known to get a man hotJ's, Master Poo, Shiesty, smokin' like the JamrockAn infant like Hancock, that 20-stock handbuckBundle on our hand, bruh, shoeboxes banded upDesigner like Panda, ain't lookin' for a handoutBut it hurt when I found outOther niggas would've ran out, but I'm here with my hand outSilencer knocked the sound out, that love went down southThat soft went bounce, bounce, them boys tried to bounce outThat Hellcat sound loud, it hurt goin' through trialsI wasn't seein' no smilesIt ain't not a prayer to make it back to my mama's houseBreakin' bread with strangers, but we real close partners nowYou actin' like a stranger, you is not who I'm lovin' nowActin' like a goofy bitch, I see what is goin' onIt's forever 5C, G, I be holdin' upWho holdin' back on me when I'm all alone?We gon' double back and slide on em'Lil' Weezy, I'ma have to put that fire on em'500 degrees, I'm puttin' slime on em'I bet he even go to sleep with one eye openAnd I'd rather make progress, *** havin' motionsNonsense is cut on the plateAt 10 years old, I cut eyeballsYou don't finish who you started withWe started kicks, real grade-ATwo shooters on the mopedYoung guys to the dope headDirt bikes or gold pensOn the run, we grow dreadsOoh, ahYou see them suckas, we gon' bust a bitchYou see them suckas, we gon' bust that ***Nigga, holla at that, holla at that, holla at thatHolla at that, holla at that, holla at that