Too much addys inside of my notes
Askin round for a free line of
She gon put anything in her nose
Countin my days it's like I'm on death row
If you send us the lo then we ready to go
My bro feelin frisky he might up his pole
We aimin the scope n smoke him like a bowl
I almost feel bad this the fate that he chose
Nobody got change for all my blue faces
Dead silence equipped so we not leavin traces
The feds they be talkin bout all these new cases
Stare down wit the barrel n you gettin wasted
Spikes on my wrist while I hammer fist all these motherf*ckers in the pit bitch you don't exist
If we catch him talkin shit that's another name on the list
RIP mothaf*cker get drenched in some piss
Leave that bitch in a ditch
Socialist up on my dick she say she wanna eat the rich
All kills no assists pop yo shit up like a cyst
Blood be addin to the drip collect new money for the clique
Too much addys inside of my notes
Askin round for a free line of
She gon put anything in her nose
She gon put everything in her nose