Bad

That how we give it up (that how we give it up)
Look Free shoota gang free “…”
Still my way or the highway
She ain't tryna hold my gun if she ain't my bae
I can't trust her she can't go to my place
“…” fabric
Shit get tragic
Im the one dat they call where there static
Who want smoke
My gang full of addicts
Off this chop he get dropped automatic
(like yeah)
Niggas scared
I can see it they heart full of fear
Bitches funny they havin affairs
I stay to my self I get money and chill
In the field
Talkin drills
I ain't never do it off a pills
Me and sheff slidin for the thrill
Bitch say that she lovе me that ain't how she feel
Let’s bе real
If I die, you gone fuck niggas still
If I bucked, you gone fuck niggas feel
So why would I love on that bitch she a ill
I got love for my gun bitch in trust with my steel
Steel steel