I'ma handle business S600 big body and it's tinted, just to handle business Percocets they got me in my feelings I drive that Range Rover like it's rented Hit 'em in the face, 'fore you turn state Gotta beat the case, we gon' fuck your bae We gon' beat her face Walked out of Wells Fargo and ran to Chase Hopped out a Bentley truck and jumped inside the Wraith Young Savage, I was trappin' on the back street All in traffic with that ratchet on the backseat From the gutter, fake models don't attract me Got a project bitch, she love to get nasty I been drinkin' syrup since Denny's Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin' Right pocket full of dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people All my pockets full of dead people I done fell in love with dead people Bitch you gettin' comfortable, I don't need you You come around the gang, we might G you She say don't nobody fuck her like we do You know I share everything with my people My jewelry twinkle twinkle Doin' donuts in the foreign while it sprinkles You keep callin', I'm ignoring, bitch I'm single You keep callin', bitch I'm single like a pringle You know I'm fly like G4 Bitch you riding in a pinto Bitch you know your nigga lame like the Winslows I'm 21 but you know PDE my kin folk I been drinkin' syrup since Denny's Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin' Right pocket full of dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people All my pockets full of dead people I done fell in love with dead people

Don't you want me Don't you need my time Don't you need me Don't you feel alright (you) Don't you want me Don't you need my time Don't you need me Don't you feel alright Since I've been waiting for so long It's been so hard to carry on My love will never fade away You know I'm just waiting for a sign I need a chance to make you mine You can't forget the good old days Don't you want me Don't you need my time Don't you need me Don't you feel alright (you) Don't you want me Don't you need my time Don't you need me Don't you feel alright I can't deny what's in my mind You are the rhythm of my life This love I have belongs to you These words are coming from my heart Please take my hands we'll go so far I'll show you what I want to do Don't you want me Don't you need my time Don't you need me Don't you feel alright (you) Don't you want me Don't you need my time Don't you need me Don't you feel alright

You know that all blue be her diamond ring Lil' shorty, she the finest thing Ah, ah Oh (QRN) I heard a nigga want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me So much dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it Ha, got my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that's my cleanin' shorty I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains No, baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage You know that all blue my vehicles Ha, my favorite opp dead Sister talk too much, no, I don't like the bitch Lul Timmy rolled her brother up Got stepped on in some Nike kicks Up and swing that cutter 'round and hit 'em and his wife and kids Jump Out Gang, my brother thuggin' Sosa Gang some slimey niggas Wockhardt, don't nobody drink from out my soda cup Fuck a cop car, we gon' bend the corner, hold on, bust 'em up I'm livin' life just like a rockstar Claymore by his door up, got to blow him up Aha, I don't see shit funny, we stepped on your brother Steady steppin', steady flexin' Come and up the score, Lil' Double O tote Smith & Wesson Whole hundred shots missed at the show Y'all niggas must be fuckin' cappin' I'm smokin' za pack out the O He was a stepper, but got stepped on That other rapper his big bro It's been a year, we still ain't vanished I made three hundred off of dope Ain't did a show, but I'm still havin' Fuck 300, TK4, that's what I'm reppin', spell it backwards Extension pokin' out my clothes Y'all niggas know it ain't no lackin' I'm in the 'Nolia with them smackers I heard a nigga want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me So much dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it Ha, got my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that's my cleanin' shorty I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains No, baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage You know that all blue my vehicles Look, I keep my eye right on the timer Quando, your mama like my mama Got beaucoup choppers for some problems Point 'em out, I'll stop 'em, I'm the dada, nigga I pick up my Bible, I'm like, "Father, I got trauma" I caught cases with my partners And got the industry wantin' to knock a nigga I'm gon' get my poles out, you gon' get your hoes out "Go kill 'em," what they told us, we murder somethin' Niggas steady claimin' they gon' do us somethin' Know anyway it go with us Youngin out his mind, he tryna fuck with somethin' Know they bitch gon' be deep when we meet Standoff, let's see, we spray the shit Wait, they leave on side the East Up close, they blow, tryna face the clique AI YoungBoy, know I go hard, strictly on that murder shit Fuck that rap boy, for our hit squad, tryna zip another bitch Bloodshed when that thirty hit See your ass, they swervin' shit GOJ, who gon' die today? That's 4KT, I know you heard of this 38, real gang baby from the dog pen All day talkin' no asthma, never get exhausted I heard a nigga want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me So much dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it Ha, got my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that's my cleanin' shorty I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains No, baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage You know that all blue my vehicles