Wait a sec wait a minute. Don't compare me to them other niggas. Never fear smith & wesson. I'm about to go to war gon' pleasure bitches. Where the real friends. At when you really need 'em?. When I was locked up in the county. I ain't even see 'em. I got my own lane lonely. What happen to the bitches in the party?. A 100 bottles that was every weekend. Bitches bodied in my crib like the colosseum. After 3 am you know we getting freaky. Hella one night stands. We just catching feelings. Tired of the fake loving. Fake hollywood fake passion. Fake gang banging. And they claiming on pop shit. Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils. I be cryin'. Too with it nigga bring a bottle. And if it's my time to go. I'm taking everybody. Don't care my nigga we shootin' anybody. And if it ain't your girl. Then nigga don't worry about it. I hear 'em talking down on me down on me. But where they. At when I ain't got a 100 rounds on me?. I think I had it up to here my niggas. You know your killers they fear my niggas. So what you tryna tryna do tryna tryna do?. Dancing round the issue. Bitch you know you're running out of moves. I keep it real my nigga. This richard mille hella clear. Cost a mil my nigga. Yeah give a fuck about how you feel my nigga. Got the mic at the horror room. And we feel like thriller. Passive aggressive bitches. Always acting all timid. But hope you make no money. But I rather help you spend it. Had a meeting with the devil last week. Couldn't believe what he said to me. To take this contract signature please. You can have it all. But you know your soul I'ma keep that. Bad luck bad luck. Yeah you know it come in threes. Bet I never did this. I'm the only one who sees. I've got the fire blazing. Burning all the weed. I think this hell ain't hotter. Than this fucking hennessy yeah. Two feet off the ground oh oh like. Why am I living here?. Up and down up and down. I think I might drown from my tears. I cry. Just might being sold. Too many tears. I'm thinking 'bout ending here. Wanna prepare brought. Your roulette with the pistol. Bang bang bang hear the sirens say. Wahyo wahyo wahyo. Get behind the yellow tape. Bang bang bang hear the sirens say. Wahyo wahyo wahyo. Get behind the yellow tape. Bang bang bang hear the sirens say. Don't shoot don't shoot. Get behind the yellow tape. Don't shoot don't shoot don't shoot. Don't shoot get behind the yellow tape. Wonder if god got a sense of humor. I hope you know that he can see. All the shit you doing. My mama said no matter. How that he still listen to me. Taking temptation and fornication. You know I love the pussy. Mister assume there no connection. It was all assumptions. She just wanna fuck. Whatever happened to us love making?. You don't wanna be in the club