Long Way

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse]
Man, it's 'bout to be a long day
I got ten thousand tied up the long way
I'm legit, but my car ain't, I got bog' plates
I know I'm little, but I don't want the baby Drac', give me the long K
Fuck a bitch, I think cough syrup is my soulmate
I almost shot the wrong car ridin' down my block the wrong way
I had to change a lot of shit 'cause I was livin' life the wrong way
Told my play, "Meet me halfway," I made him drive the whole way
I had two pints, drunk twenty-four lines and only sold eight
I got an FN and AR, but this Glock I got a throwaway
Tryna escalate the situation 'fore it blow, before it go that way
Got a plug in Cali sent 'em to my door, ain't gotta go that way
Damn, I just took my last sip
Drinkin' Hi-Tech, not Akorn in the plastic
Any cough syrup you can name, I done had it
Poured some Tris in a Mountain Dew, it was nasty
Everybody got they hand out, think I'm mad rich
Spent the money 'fore I used to make it, movin' backwards
Sold everything that you can name, but that was past tense
Sell everything for the high, I'm still taxin'
Had traffic lined— ah
Had traffic lined up, you probably seen it if you rode down Mackin
Keep a heat on me, you would never catch me lackin'
Seen an opp in the mall, he almost got shot in the Valley
Seen a nigga get his shit took 'cause he was flashin'
Dopehead, got eighty empty lean bottles in my cabinet
I keep one in the head, you would never catch me rackin' it
No one teach you what to do and you done killed him up on accident
I don't need a beam or a scope, I shoot accurate
I'm in love with codeine, I can't cheat, I'm so passionate
I just hid a couple bales under my mattresses
It was two of 'em
Went to the bank, told the teller, "Give me all blue hundreds"
This ain't the same roll from yesterday, this some new money
The money you make workin' a nine-to-five, that's my shoe money
Plugged in, the most I pay on drank is only two hundred
I got Hi-Tech and Tris in my cup, that's a hell of a mix
If you ain't tryna match what I'm pourin', I ain't sellin' you shit
If the police come and ask me anything, I ain't tellin' 'em shit
You the type to get jammed up and start givin' out hints