Ay my n***a OG Taxx a genius
Ay folk...
I'm fresh up outta jail
Flare Gang doe...
I'm starting off my day with a blunt of red
I'm f**ing with the hood, you f**ing with the feds
I ain't in the bed, I'm back up getting bread
Jewellery wet, it just got some sloppy head
I'm work in the stu with a bag of bug
I used to pour the sand, now I'm pouring mudd
I got a trap car, got a bait car
Couple phone working off the radar
I got my n***a still cut a half for ya
I was facing 20 years, shoutout to the lawyer
Ak still the sh**, you still round the corner
Acting koyote but you snitching to your damn honor
Ak back p**y
And yea I'm back p**y
I served my time, I learned my lesson
I can't fall for p**y
f** her in the mouth, kick her out the door
You will love the b**h, I f** her on the floor
I f** her in the truck, I f** her in the mansion
I wouldn't f** her again, If your b**h asking
I put my chain on them folk, them diamonds dancing
All these speakers in the crib, bricks in the pantry
I might do the white, green, and black ash
But trust the word again, that's my black a**
f** 12, free the guys
Need to free the real
I put that money on your head, used to do the drill
Everybody fake, everybody lie
I pray to flare god, flare up, everybody die
I'ma dig a ditch, f** all this fools
I stand in front the canon, you hide behind a goon
Blunt to the face cause a n***a can
I'm in a bentley truck bumping on some Gucci Mane
My n***a pouring up lean in a soda can
Flare mane hope the flare god forget all your sins