Left 4 Dead

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Come on

[Verse]
Hmm, I got left for dead years ago, I just ain't died yet
If you ain't puttin' money over bitches, you ain't mobbed yet
How you broke? And you ain't got no hustle, where your job at?
Look, boo, you cute but you ain't grown enough, where your mom at?
Or where your auntie?
Stop sayin' it's a nigga tougher than me 'cause it can't be
Bitch, I live my life in 4K, you still in HD
Why every time you go to pay your rent, it's with a late fee?
Hmm, bitch, or it's not paid
I bought a gun and played a game with it at the Glockade
Bro ain't like the hand he got dealt, he must ain't got spades
I fucked her once and I was standin' up, so how I got laid?
Like, how was I cheatin'?
For me to sleep at night, my phone on DND 'cause it won't stop beatin'
If your dough don't come with cheese, nigga, that's not pizza
How you a trick but you don't take care of your kids? Nigga, that's not peter
Like, that's not player, you a thot slayer
I like sittin' up in the hood, it ain't no cops there
It's 9/11, 2025, I got my Glock here
I had to climb my way up to the top, I didn't hop stairs
Like, I took every fuckin' step
When it come to me and mines, I'm placin' every fuckin' bet
Ten milli' with a thirty, I just came with cousin Steph
Ain't no point in wearin' armor 'cause we aim above the neck, nigga
Hmm, fuck Balencis, all we aimin' for is Carti frames
Niggas think 'cause they got gaffle, you can't call 'em lame
Fuck bein' fake, I think bein' real the harder thing
Quit tryna pop shit from the bench, you gotta start to bang
You got to play to pop it
My daughter stuck like, "Why I can't touch it, it's a baby bottle?"
All I did is run up dog shit, them niggas hate me 'bout it
I'm the main reason now the L lit, you need to thank me 'bout it
Hmm, I done went off topic, damn, it ain't about that
You bet' not move down to Georgia, the A a mouse trap
It ain't a weed shop that you can go to and take a ounce back
So why the fuck do you think I would allow that?
My bitch just Snap' me with a deuce, I sent a smile back
I like runnin' shotgun, I don't do wildcat
How you grown and you ain't got a band? I give my child that
I be havin' 'bows of real weed, you got a Mild pack

[Outro]
Nigga, it's Thirty
What we on, chat? Like this-this-this-this damn near right now
Like, it's Thursday, September 11, 11:01 pm like
Yeah, what we on?
It's Thirty, come on