Withdrawls

[Intro]
Yeah, AK Bandamont nigga, Uh

[Verse 1]
Soon as I make the dope lock, turn the heat on
Grandma died at a young age, she grew up watching buddy breathe coke
Assault rifles and automatic glizzys with the bleekholes
I had them jackboys jack you out yo shit you better think close
The day I jumped into this shit I couldn't think, no
I'm at the traphouse now with bitches on me but they ain't hoes
I got a roll of dogshit on me and it can't fold, we almost took lil doggie out the game but we came close
And if you on the shit I'm on, we in the same boat
I was on that 95, dodgin the jakes on the state road
I just shot a nigga up close, I gotta change clothes
I'm goin through withdrawls like where the pills and where the drank go
I already ran through 20 chops, I need a draco
I'm finna color wrap the Glock and paint it maple
I can spend 20 a week for 90 days, bitch I'm stable
We took the cord off doggie life, and pulled the cable
I'm finna put her on the road, cuz she a angel
I done shot a nigga from 20 blocks away, that's a crazy angle
I'll pull the nina out thats a baby banger, why the fuck these niggas writing statements on the affidavit
I can have this bitch do a hex on you, but she is not a Haitan
I'll prolly get paid for steppin on white, but I am not a racist
I'm on my way, out to the hills, so it's prolly gated
I'm finna buy 2 Hellcats, we'll prolly race em'
He can't go nowhere but his hood, so we caught him dangling
I can't be with girly poppin that hoe, she'll prolly mace him
If I get a clean pure batch, Ill prolly taste it
And hit it with some shit I had put up, now the pound ancient
You ain't got no hustle in you, that's embarrassing
Bitch I got cold blood runnin in my veins, this shit inherited
I think I got a route, lets hit Connecticut, cause I'm the type to see some shit from far than get ahead of it
Finna buy a pint of purp and I ain't sellin it
That bitch lying to you like she ain't fucked, but she ain't celibate
I'm finna learn about this bank, then I'm scammin it
Then take a nigga bitch to the traphouse, then i'm rammin it
But I'm still clutchin the pole, while I'm crammin it
I'm sick they sent doggie that way, and he tellin it
I was gon' give girly the dick, but I'm smellin it
She put a pricetag on the cat, why you sellin it
I can't even hit the party, I think 12 in it
I was gon bring that package in, and sell in it
They was tryna keep me out the streets, but I fell in em
They cooked big bro back in the day, it was a failed mission
I made a killin sellin dog, hittin pale bitches
Then I made wet shit on the floor, I couldn't stop hittin it
I just fucked this bitch for 12 hours straight, I couldn't stop hittin it
Hold on I'm finna turn my phone off, I think the cops listening