June 7th

[Intro]
(gimmiethecash)
TP over there fucked up off that—
Man, what you smokin', nigga?
The dead (The dead came)
You smokin' the dead? (Hand me the strand)
Woah (Woah)

[Chorus]
You can't see my shit, it's froze (Ice, ice)
I want out with all these messy hoes (Bye)
Made a bankroll off some shows
Got nothin' but choppers on the road (Grrt)
I know my young niggas on go (Go), I know my young niggas gon' score
So unless they drop the window (Grrt), give shots out the Benzo (Grrt)
Give shots out the V 'Lac (Grrt), why y'all kill him? He lacked (Ooh)
What you scared? Relax (Relax), is he dead? That's facts (Facts)
I remember I wasn't drinkin', now that Tris taste like some Act' (Ooh)

[Verse]
Playin' with my name, that shit come with some shots and a K (Baow, baow)
My lil' bitch suck dick so good, this ho think he is her man (Ooh)
I went dropped some racks to G.O, told him cut up my cash (Cut up)
I got more money than you, nigga, that's why you went bad (Bad)
Keep on talkin' down, I'll fuck around (Ugh), fly your bitch to Paris (Phew)
I don't fuck with niggas, but I fuck with niggas, free Larry
Man, you say it ain't no smoke with me, but still tryna sneak me (Huh?)
Fuck around, get your ass killed with all that muggin' and reachin' (Yeah)
They say I preach like a deacon, I listen more than I speak (Ooh)
They think it's sweet when I'm by myself (What?), but that's when I tweak (Tweakin')
I keep a fully on me just incase someone wanna harm me (Harm me)
So many guns while I sleep (Grrt, grrt) that you would think I joined the Army (Grrt, the Army)
I'ma keep one tucked and keep one up just incase they run up (Grrt)
So many shots on me, you would have to put this shit you shootin' up (Put it up)
And I'll whack a nigga soul, but you don't wanna see me when I boot up (Ooh)
If it's war with me, then let it be, my nigga, suit up

[Chorus]
You can't see my shit, it's froze (Ice, ice)
I want out with all these messy hoes (Bye)
Made a bankroll off some shows
Got nothin' but choppers on the road (Grrt)
I know my young niggas on go (Go), I know my young niggas gon' score
So unless they drop the window, give shots out the Benzo (Grrt)
Give shots out the V 'Lac (Grrt), why y'all kill him? He lacked (Ooh)
What you scared? Relax (Relax), is he dead? That's facts (Facts)
I remember I wasn't drinkin', now that Tris taste like some Act' (Mm)