Oath

[Intro]
Ayy
Buss one (Oh shit, you ain't got no Grabba?)
Ayy, huh

[Verse]
A8 Audi, I'm transported when I tip
Titi call with a twenty, I put a forty on her shit
I need a zip of lock, I paid forty for the mix
I'm in Houston actin' bad, lickin' Morton off my bitch
Boy, this big boy business, I'm really rich like Richard
Been gettin' paper for a long time and I'm still gettin' it
A thousand grams in the blender, baby, this a real chicken
Five hundred grams on my neck, baby, this a real pendant
All my hoes know I cheat, but they still deal with me
You let her trick you like that little rabbit, boy, you real silly
Bro 'nem know if I only had a dollar, I'd still split it
Root of evil, 'bout that mighty dollar, shit get real wicked
Hmm, I be wantin' to ask these niggas why they wanna be like me
I just wanna fuck my bitch, ain't got no pussy in a week
I been busy chasin' M's, I'm chasin' one now as we speak
I ain't need school to get no books, I got one in the street
Huh, I don't have no trouble in the field, bitch, I brought my cleats
Milwaukee nigga way in California with a Georgia peach
Ayy, FaceTime me with the Wocky pints, you now I ordered three
All them long nights, I remember we was broke
They was playin' on my top, naw, nigga, not no more
I'm startin' to get dizzy, all this motherfuckin' motion
All this shit around my neck look like a motherfuckin' ocean
I can't let 'em down, you know my people mean the most to me
You know right or wrong, I gotta keep my brothers close to me
Keep your head on, hard times, you gon' go through 'em
I'll never change on the gang, I made an oath to it