Yeah
You niggas so f*cked up, they think when you f*cked up, you realer
That money move, I ain't really gotta pull no trigger
These bitches was sleepin' on me, now they bitin' the pillow
I ain't gotta prove no point, niggas know I'm a killer (L Beats)
These niggas so f*cked up, they think when you broke, you 'bout that
Say, these niggas tweakin', I told 'em, "Say less, I got that"
These bitches be f*cked up, ain't got shit, they nothin' but pretty
He done killed half of the city, but he low-key a sissy
I told my bitch if she cheatin', it better be worth it
I know I keep breakin' your heart, but you better not hurt me
And the way that my BM be movin', just pray for the bitch
I had them turned to a bass, I stay with a stick
I'm ridin' candy paint, vert Impala
These bitches be f*cked up, gon' ask you for seventeen dollars
I was just f*cked up, ain't had nothin' but soup in my locker
Was in the county jail bid wearin' another nigga boxers
Hopin' the CO bitch don't smell this dope
See the wick in the vent and then wanna pop my door
I'm better off in Alaska, dark and cold
Hope my son don't grow up like me wit' a evil soul
I got some secrets I wonder if Jesus knows
Only God knows all of the people I stole
All the dope I sold, all the peace I stole
All the moms cried 'cause I made they sons die
Say, bae, I'm so f*cked up, 'times I wonder why
My heart so troubled, sometimes I wanna fly
Ain't seen it comin', the streets done turned me a vulture
Incarcerated, but it could be way worser
Bae, would you believe me? You the one I'm lovin'
I know I f*cked up so much times, I make it hard to trust me
But I can see the stars through this destroyed roof
I took it way too far, I killed his whole group
Even state troopers tryna bloop 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the shit I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? Nigga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no bitch
Even state troopers tryna bloop 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the shit I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? Nigga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no bitch
And any clique I ever ran with, I ran them shits
And all the time them niggas was always my lil' niggas
Them niggas ain't even wanna wreck 'less I was right there with 'em
You'd think I work for eBay the way you gon' get your issue
I know some real steppers ain't never spent a day in prison
These niggas so f*cked up, think they gangster 'cause they got caught when you didn't
Me and young money state of mind, f*ck it, we burnin' bridges
He know I ran up in your house on kamikaze missions
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Yeah
You niggas so f*cked up, they think when you f*cked up, you realer
That money move, I ain't really gotta pull no trigger
These bitches was sleepin' on me, now they bitin' the pillow
I ain't gotta prove no point, niggas know I'm a killer (L Beats)
These niggas so f*cked up, they think when you broke, you 'bout that
Say, these niggas tweakin', I told 'em, "Say less, I got that"
These bitches be f*cked up, ain't got shit, they nothin' but pretty
He done killed half of the city, but he low-key a sissy
I told my bitch if she cheatin', it better be worth it
I know I keep breakin' your heart, but you better not hurt me
And the way that my BM be movin', just pray for the bitch
I had them turned to a bass, I stay with a stick
I'm ridin' candy paint, vert Impala
These bitches be f*cked up, gon' ask you for seventeen dollars
I was just f*cked up, ain't had nothin' but soup in my locker
Was in the county jail bid wearin' another nigga boxers
Hopin' the CO bitch don't smell this dope
See the wick in the vent and then wanna pop my door
I'm better off in Alaska, dark and cold
Hope my son don't grow up like me wit' a evil soul
I got some secrets I wonder if Jesus knows
Only God knows all of the people I stole
All the dope I sold, all the peace I stole
All the moms cried 'cause I made they sons die
Say, bae, I'm so f*cked up, 'times I wonder why
My heart so troubled, sometimes I wanna fly
Ain't seen it comin', the streets done turned me a vulture
Incarcerated, but it could be way worser
Bae, would you believe me? You the one I'm lovin'
I know I f*cked up so much times, I make it hard to trust me
But I can see the stars through this destroyed roof
I took it way too far, I killed his whole group
Even state troopers tryna bloop 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the shit I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? Nigga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no bitch
Even state troopers tryna bloop 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the shit I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? Nigga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no bitch
And any clique I ever ran with, I ran them shits
And all the time them niggas was always my lil' niggas
Them niggas ain't even wanna wreck 'less I was right there with 'em
You'd think I work for eBay the way you gon' get your issue
I know some real steppers ain't never spent a day in prison
These niggas so f*cked up, think they gangster 'cause they got caught when you didn't
Me and young money state of mind, f*ck it, we burnin' bridges
He know I ran up in your house on kamikaze missions
You niggas so f*cked up, they think when you f*cked up, you realer
That money move, I ain't really gotta pull no trigger
These bitches was sleepin' on me, now they bitin' the pillow
I ain't gotta prove no point, niggas know I'm a killer (L Beats)
These niggas so f*cked up, they think when you broke, you 'bout that
Say, these niggas tweakin', I told 'em, "Say less, I got that"
These bitches be f*cked up, ain't got shit, they nothin' but pretty
He done killed half of the city, but he low-key a sissy
I told my bitch if she cheatin', it better be worth it
I know I keep breakin' your heart, but you better not hurt me
And the way that my BM be movin', just pray for the bitch
I had them turned to a bass, I stay with a stick
I'm ridin' candy paint, vert Impala
These bitches be f*cked up, gon' ask you for seventeen dollars
I was just f*cked up, ain't had nothin' but soup in my locker
Was in the county jail bid wearin' another nigga boxers
Hopin' the CO bitch don't smell this dope
See the wick in the vent and then wanna pop my door
I'm better off in Alaska, dark and cold
Hope my son don't grow up like me wit' a evil soul
I got some secrets I wonder if Jesus knows
Only God knows all of the people I stole
All the dope I sold, all the peace I stole
All the moms cried 'cause I made they sons die
Say, bae, I'm so f*cked up, 'times I wonder why
My heart so troubled, sometimes I wanna fly
Ain't seen it comin', the streets done turned me a vulture
Incarcerated, but it could be way worser
Bae, would you believe me? You the one I'm lovin'
I know I f*cked up so much times, I make it hard to trust me
But I can see the stars through this destroyed roof
I took it way too far, I killed his whole group
Even state troopers tryna bloop 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the shit I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? Nigga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no bitch
Even state troopers tryna bloop 'cause all the corners I bent
I know the Devil gon' owe me for all the shit I sent
Wonder if I die sittin' in prison, is it what I get?
Will that be what I get? Nigga leave my brain on this cement
I done made a couple mil', been on a couple drills
Hit a million licks, ask all them jits, they know I'm ain't no bitch
And any clique I ever ran with, I ran them shits
And all the time them niggas was always my lil' niggas
Them niggas ain't even wanna wreck 'less I was right there with 'em
You'd think I work for eBay the way you gon' get your issue
I know some real steppers ain't never spent a day in prison
These niggas so f*cked up, think they gangster 'cause they got caught when you didn't
Me and young money state of mind, f*ck it, we burnin' bridges
He know I ran up in your house on kamikaze missions
Writer: Bill Kahan Kapri
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.