What the f*ck
Hello?
What up, nig'?
What up, nigga?
Shit, chillin'
Shit, I say
What you gettin' into?
I'm just coolin', bruh, I'm jus coolin', but look
I'm 'bout to get it in right fast
Nigga, I love you, lemme do this, I'ma call you later
Alright, nigga
Alright, I love you, boy
Love you too, nigga
Alright, keep all that
Gladiators on deck, drug user, don't drink Sprite
And when I do, it ain't pink Sprite, a lot of lean, it's purple
Trust issues, don't trust really, no two point conversion
Won't run it after I touch down, my punter kickin', it's defense
(Tried to hit you this weekend)
Where was you when I was slumped over?
Gums hurtin' from a old bullet
In front the toilet while hunched over
Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend
Well, at that time we were close friends
They said I killed him in cold blood
We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off
He upped the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes
I've been ready to die, so nigga, do it
Gates, man, I'll really do it
I'm serious too, nigga, really do it
Turned his head, closed his eyes
Aimed the tool, started shootin'
I didn't die, my life a movie
4:30 AM, never say when, it's five in the mornin'
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM, water boilin', think I'm addicted to the strong aroma
When I was touchin' McKinley, Erin really my best friend
And I was lovin' her best friend, bright Brittany with the long hair
You know Flavar Lloyde lil' sister
She stole a Jag for her to come and get me
I was buying dope, in and out the system
Brandy f*ckin' my nigga Ray
At the same time, f*ckin' Coach Whitney
He the track coach and a asshole
Know that didn't have shit to do with this
I was just statin' the facts though
Jessica 'round me, talkin' sexually 'bout me
She bend over in front me from the back while I'm poundin'
Now it's over, bitch, get up and get out
I mostly likely forgot to mention but we was in my trap house
Just brainstormin', in the game formin' these thoughts into ideas
No regrets for the shit I did, that also mean for the niggas I killed
4:30 AM, never say when, it's five in the mornin'
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM, water boilin', think I'm addicted to the strong aroma
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What the f*ck
Hello?
What up, nig'?
What up, nigga?
Shit, chillin'
Shit, I say
What you gettin' into?
I'm just coolin', bruh, I'm jus coolin', but look
I'm 'bout to get it in right fast
Nigga, I love you, lemme do this, I'ma call you later
Alright, nigga
Alright, I love you, boy
Love you too, nigga
Alright, keep all that
Gladiators on deck, drug user, don't drink Sprite
And when I do, it ain't pink Sprite, a lot of lean, it's purple
Trust issues, don't trust really, no two point conversion
Won't run it after I touch down, my punter kickin', it's defense
(Tried to hit you this weekend)
Where was you when I was slumped over?
Gums hurtin' from a old bullet
In front the toilet while hunched over
Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend
Well, at that time we were close friends
They said I killed him in cold blood
We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off
He upped the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes
I've been ready to die, so nigga, do it
Gates, man, I'll really do it
I'm serious too, nigga, really do it
Turned his head, closed his eyes
Aimed the tool, started shootin'
I didn't die, my life a movie
4:30 AM, never say when, it's five in the mornin'
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM, water boilin', think I'm addicted to the strong aroma
When I was touchin' McKinley, Erin really my best friend
And I was lovin' her best friend, bright Brittany with the long hair
You know Flavar Lloyde lil' sister
She stole a Jag for her to come and get me
I was buying dope, in and out the system
Brandy f*ckin' my nigga Ray
At the same time, f*ckin' Coach Whitney
He the track coach and a asshole
Know that didn't have shit to do with this
I was just statin' the facts though
Jessica 'round me, talkin' sexually 'bout me
She bend over in front me from the back while I'm poundin'
Now it's over, bitch, get up and get out
I mostly likely forgot to mention but we was in my trap house
Just brainstormin', in the game formin' these thoughts into ideas
No regrets for the shit I did, that also mean for the niggas I killed
4:30 AM, never say when, it's five in the mornin'
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM, water boilin', think I'm addicted to the strong aroma
Hello?
What up, nig'?
What up, nigga?
Shit, chillin'
Shit, I say
What you gettin' into?
I'm just coolin', bruh, I'm jus coolin', but look
I'm 'bout to get it in right fast
Nigga, I love you, lemme do this, I'ma call you later
Alright, nigga
Alright, I love you, boy
Love you too, nigga
Alright, keep all that
Gladiators on deck, drug user, don't drink Sprite
And when I do, it ain't pink Sprite, a lot of lean, it's purple
Trust issues, don't trust really, no two point conversion
Won't run it after I touch down, my punter kickin', it's defense
(Tried to hit you this weekend)
Where was you when I was slumped over?
Gums hurtin' from a old bullet
In front the toilet while hunched over
Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend
Well, at that time we were close friends
They said I killed him in cold blood
We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off
He upped the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes
I've been ready to die, so nigga, do it
Gates, man, I'll really do it
I'm serious too, nigga, really do it
Turned his head, closed his eyes
Aimed the tool, started shootin'
I didn't die, my life a movie
4:30 AM, never say when, it's five in the mornin'
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM, water boilin', think I'm addicted to the strong aroma
When I was touchin' McKinley, Erin really my best friend
And I was lovin' her best friend, bright Brittany with the long hair
You know Flavar Lloyde lil' sister
She stole a Jag for her to come and get me
I was buying dope, in and out the system
Brandy f*ckin' my nigga Ray
At the same time, f*ckin' Coach Whitney
He the track coach and a asshole
Know that didn't have shit to do with this
I was just statin' the facts though
Jessica 'round me, talkin' sexually 'bout me
She bend over in front me from the back while I'm poundin'
Now it's over, bitch, get up and get out
I mostly likely forgot to mention but we was in my trap house
Just brainstormin', in the game formin' these thoughts into ideas
No regrets for the shit I did, that also mean for the niggas I killed
4:30 AM, never say when, it's five in the mornin'
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM, water boilin', think I'm addicted to the strong aroma
Writer: Kevin Gilyard, Ramon Owen
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.