This Point
At this point it’s like fuck it
If you want the smoke u get busted
Yeah
Cause Rock keep a glock but he tuck it
One moment talking now these dudes they ducking
And your bitch
Thinking of me while you fucking
Hit that bitch three times you know that she fronting
Rock started shooting then they started running
Yea
They must thought that we bluffing
I’m only chirping with Zo you can’t sell to me
Could give fuck bout no bitch wish her well for for me
Could give fuck bout no rat he be telling G
Could give fuck where they at imma pull up with slatt
I Never trusted nobody so I’m always watching my back
My momma told me to relax
I cannot
I cannot get the fuck out my old ways
And the block getting hot so I’m keeping myself cold with gold Chains
And I’m taking these shots of patron
Cause when I’m get tipsy I know I got more aim
Yea I know I got more aim
Yea that shit give me more range
Tryna stay in my own lane
And I’m lit in this bitch I feel no pain
Yea I’m hope I’m gone die at an old age
But the way that I’m going
Closed cased
ODZ different planet in outta space
Yea I’m bringing my dawgs or I’m outta place
You want smoke you can bring that shit to the lake
In the foreign and shit we got no brakes
Yea I get want I want so it’s give and take
Everybody gone eat so it's more plates
Everybody go eat so it's more plates
At this point it’s like fuck it
If you want the smoke u get busted
Yeah
Cause Rock keep a glock but he tuck it
One moment talking now these dudes they ducking
And your bitch
Thinking of me while you fucking
Hit that bitch three times you know that she fronting
Rock started shooting then they started running
Yea
They must thought that we bluffing
I fill it up
Cause everybody that drop they ain’t real enough
Me and Stunna we don’t fuck with any em
How many shooters you got I got plenty of em
I done came out the trenches with team and them
Blessed
But my life is mess
Better than most shit forget what I said
I’ve been blessed
Life is the best
100 In pocket but dimes in my bed
I got Gold
Chains I got four
Too much of ice I think I caught a cold
On the foe
My dawgs ain’t gone fold
Rock shooting one then he shooting six more
Cause at this point
It’s like fuck it
We wet up yo block we ones who done done it
Yea
And them pockets we running
Gang with me but we don’t do no jumping
4th down fuck punting we rushing
I done told these hoes I’m the one
I ain’t lying
Told that little bitch that she need to stop crying
Fuck all those opps if they think we complying