Verse:
Hell nah, you not my gang, We armed and dangerous
Hell nah, we play no games, Don’t even try with us
Bitch! I’ve been fucking up my head around the fact of love
Give me love bitch, bitch I really need it
Let’s, link for the weekend
Let’s take all the pills, then tweak on em
Nah forreal, wanna OD right now
Like what’s the deal?
I can’t wrap my head around my feels
Like what’s the deal?
I dont feel real, I got 10 bands on my new wear
You not from here, around my block I’m Freddy Kruger
I might call my shooter they fill you up with rugers
Bad bitch from hooters, do tricks on me like a scooter
I use that bitch computer, she stupid don’t compute her
Go stupid with my shooters, find out later or sooner
Find out later or sooner
Find out later or sooner
Find out later or sooner