Tell my brother If I'm missing I got set up by a bitch Oh what Hands all in the kitchen I don't think I hit the tan enough Young dog throw them bands for nothing I got 200 pants for nothing Rick ain't whack your mans for nothing Bitch you know he had that coming I still sell them gram 200 I might move to Houston Monday I don't pay my shooters nothing They all do that shit for free Exotic how them bricks is cheap They front me 4 Bout' 6 a week That pape for AP Them pics for Ric She suckin' dick You cuffed the bitch All in niggas dms We know I said you couldn't trust a bitch My nigga lie We beefin' now I told him not to hit my line
Yeah I still Be fuckin' with them pills Yeah we, spin I'll spin your shit again Nigga fuck will And everybody told R. I. P to all my niggas Free my mother-fuckin' bros
Yeah I still Be fuckin' with them pills Niggas we, spin I'll spin your shit again Nigga fuck will And everybody yeah Free my mother-fuckin' bros Doin' life up in the feds
Put a red beam on the dred Need em dead What's the price I paid It's love I ain't even gotta say it Steppin' long as he got legs Step in the name of Lil Ded Preppin' myself how to play it These niggas must think I'm playin' Cameron catch the place we sped Flowers, teddy bears He dead Bang a tester in his leg Noddin' slobbin' Drop his head Happy that I spin my last I drop bags and put em on your ass This shit clear as glass Last time tinted yellow Said it tasted bad If it ain't bout cash then what it is On an island You see fish Choppers glocks and six Sure hope you can swim Coke and brand And we like where he live Take him we ain't' spin Park the car hop out on land Head, masks, gloves, hands Just to get back from my mans
I still Be fuckin' with them pills Yeah we, spin I'll spin your shit again Nigga fuck will And everybody told R. I. P to all my niggas Free my mother-fuckin' bros
Yeah I still Be fuckin' with them pills Niggas we, spin I'll spin your shit again Nigga fuck will And everybody yeah Free my mother-fuckin' bros Doin' life up in the feds