Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, huh, huh You can have her, I don't need her I got me and I got these Roxies Back door, kick shit, wasabi (Chapo) Midnight Blue Maserati Boy, I'll beat yo' ass, yeah, I'm cocky Pull up on a bitch, scream, "Good luck, Charlie", huh Do you want drank or do you want Xans? We got everything, a lot of dope Pour a nigga out almost every day I was locked up and I couldn't cry KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank) My mama never think I'd be a man Hit him in the leg, he'll never walk again, huh She gon' suck dick, I don't want no hands She gotta get fucked on a big bed Living on the edge, I'm in the deep end Y'all niggas better stop that reaching So damn high, I can't come down, huh He can't be BL, he a clown You finna take me back with that progress Can I take you back to my projects? I fuck her good, her pussy so wet I fuck her good but I don't have sex Slide her all up in the projects Send a hundred sixty shots to get them out of here Put Ajax on the concrete And know we never beefing on the internet I got felonies, no misdemeanor Huh, I'm going through a lot and I mean it And my heart broke, is you gon' fix it? I got love for every gun that I tote You don't mean nothing to me no more She don't mean nothing to me, fuck that bull Huh, slaughter house, baby welcome to the slaughter house I be fucking hoes, they gettin' put down Police put a stick on me, I get down (Stick) Label wouldn't sign, but I'm okay now Hate me, but I respect that She hates me, but let's address that Head down, just stay down Get on the floor nigga, it's a kick door And it's bang gang, double round drum It's a 50 on 'em, equal a hundo' She tryna [?], she think I don't know I be stopping shit, they got the roll-roll And I'm walkin' round with the Glock in my damn pockets, sagging, it's a .44 Is you gon' rip that oso? Pull up on a bitch, scream, "Good luck, Charlie", huh Do you want drank or do you want Xans? We got everything, a lot of dope Pour a nigga out almost every day I was locked up and I couldn't cry KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank) My mama never think I'd be a man