Blown Down

(Yung Lan on the track)
(June, you’re a genius)

Me and my partner equipped with a chopper
Ridin' 'round through the Nawf
Gotta turn the sound off 'cause
My phone goin' off say the pack in the wind
And it’s flyin' down south
See the diamonds in my mouth
Every time I talk
Conversate off of Jack every time I talk
I ain’t never stand down, get it in, I
I’ma stand on all ten every time, that’s raw
Got a A-1 pack of that wrong and it’s raw
Never bring the price down every
Time in a drought
I done did a drive by while
I steer in the car
I done watched drop in and jump out
Want smoke? I done seen him
Cop in and cop out
Gotta think ‘fore to comprehend every thought
I’ma see it from the top of
The roof like a hawk
I’ma leave a nigga stretched with
His brains blown out

Rich niggas, bad bitches
What’s the difference?
Broke niggas, sad bitches, I ain’t feelin'
Gutta bitches in the trenches, trap with ya
Yeah