(Produced by Josh Nelson)
[Verse 1]
Outside selling work, no cell phone
Fiends running up, face well known, n***a
Just popped bail for a strap charge
50k, no ten percent, wasn't that hard
f**ed up punk, think he planted that
Raided the trap, ain't find sh**, n***as couldn't handle that
We gon' get the sh** thrown out
Leave the courthouse in the Uber, getting domed out
Two Styros got me zoned out
Your favorite 'gram thot getting boned out
Would prefer if I drowned in some Hi-Tech
Three bricks on me, shooting dice in the projects
Like I ain't learned sh**, n***a
Hit the light skin Backs ‘cause them sh**s burn quicker
Got the president of Backwoods on text, n***a
Shooting boxes to the brib just to flex, n***a
[Hook]
Hits with every double dose on my tombstone (tombstone)
Smith & Wesson forty, n***a, two toned (two toned)
Thirty lines deep, n***a, too gone (too gone)
Stepping out the lobby, n***a, two hoes
[Verse 2]
Just gotta 'notha eighth cause I'm a brackhead
Blackout Boyz front runner, Lil ½ Dead
Rest In Peace King Yams, n***a
I was just on facetime with my mans, n***a
Got the news next morning
Tears running down my face, n***a, still yawning Can't even remember, everything just went black, n***a
sh**, you don't even know the half, n***a
So I'ma pour these pints for my n***a
f**ing all these b**hes, getting right for my n***a
Take it to the top, getting money for my n***a
Get the Lamborghini drop, pour muddy for my n***a
R.I.P. my n***a Huss, tools locked up at the funeral
n***a couldn't run through, free my n***as out the system
I was tripping for a minute, now I'm back up on that mission
[Hook]
Hits with every double dose on my tombstone
Smith & Wesson forty, n***a, two toned
Thirty lines deep, n***a, too gone
Stepping out the lobby, n***a, two hoes