28th Song
You care what I did
You acting like I'm...
And if I thought that I could change maybe I would
I got a lot of common sense but baby I'm hood
I sold dope before but I wouldn't say that you should
But I've been broke before and it doesn't feel good
Bruh told me to push
Fuck niggas wouldn't have nothing on my books
Hate this stupid ho I'm with but love the way she look
Love the way she lie
Her cousin got me plugged in on the kush
Must be crazy I then doubled dip fucking with her sister
I know I ain't shit I ain't proud of it
Then caller 16
Had to call them right back like want a verse or a pound of it
Money (7x)
Yea I kinda like the sound of it
Got a box of bullets ready to touch you pussies
Fuck around and get found bloody
Outchea thugging without a budget
They trying to figure out how I does it
Independent and I'm winning
I was broke before but it been a minute
Spending chicken independent
That's a rollie so here's a ticket
Time is money
Can't spend a second
Second guessing no indecision
My second weapon got extensions
That's thirty shots
Living life as a thug nigga
That's word to pac
Grind hard so we stir a lot
Swerving, serving like we never heard of cops
Prefer to handle my business personally
You want this work or not
My money dirty
My hands dirty
Pistol dirty
My whip clean
Bitch with me
We riding dirty
She talk dirty
But her pussy clean
I'm still dirty
I'm still working
I'm still serving
Nigga fuck you mean
My pockets fat
And my temper short
And my clip is longer than a limousine
And I let that bitch come bark at you
Bitch I'm strapped like a dog catcher
The last thing you want is confrontation
Cause I'm with the shit like your gallbladder
30 rounds in that 12 gauge
?????? that's overkill
I live life in the fastlane
Either catchup or be roadkill
Trap nigga way before the deal
I don't give a shit about a deal
Bitch I got a plug
I'm a heavy weight with more outlets than the opry mill
Such a flyguy I'm so outta here
I'm so fresh to death I ought to write a will
Got a box of bullets ready to touch you pussies
These hollow points tryna cop a feel
In the trees like a baby panda
Paranoid I'll spray the hammer
I'm in my house up all night just starring at my surveillance cameras
I'm warning you no warning shots
I'll pop your ass and you'll learn your lesson
Stressed out
Still counting money cause that's best antidepressant
If I thought that I could
Maybe I would
I got a lot of common sense but bitch I'm hood
And I've sold dope before I ain't saying you should
But I've been broke before and that never feels good
Bitch!