Lean bottle
Last time I ate a b**ch out I got ..
On 4 perky’s, full of those things like rylo
Everything I do, I wonder why nobody done it
Everybody hands on with it, nobody runnin’
I bet I ain’t put my lips on a nasty b**ch no more
Woke up wit’ a sore throat
You can tell I sold dope
The bodies got no promo
Even though I’m gon’ blow
They know I was gon’ blow

I make all my california vibes come to atlanta now
Brodie facetimed me with a sword, he like a samurai
I sit down, won’t say nothing cause I don’t want to lie
We been riding round with all them sticks cause I don’t wanna die
You suppose to bе on top of sh*t, but you don’t wanna try
Condo at the top of the city, reach out and touch thе sky
I was sacrificed for yall to win, it damn near crucified me
She tell me she cumming, I say cum again
Death before dishonor, yeah I’m one of them
You got your mind made up for sure, you still wondering
If I get up and lock that door, ain’t no coming back in

I got a lil’ gun that shoot 4 bullets, and that’s it
Girl this that get off me, we can skip talkin’
Im with them vultures on a falcon when I departure
We sending ni**as out in coffins, better be cautious
And if a b**ch ever give me a std, ima kill her I promise
I be hitting big ole licks in chesapeake
Everybody know I do fraud
Ask armani why she left me like them our people
Even though she told me
She ain’t gonna do me like them other people
Even though the perky’s make me itch, I still eat them
We can f**k but I don’t kiss
Im feeling good with this stick, my dog legal
And if you gotta beat da b**ch, you don’t need her

You gotta leave her alone
I get all the way there and turn around if I leave it at home
She wanna feel the real me, but I be leaving it on
I’ll never know if you’ll help cause I’m keeping my own
I never ask for too much
I put my whole life in drive, I was going backwards too much
Them young boys run the city who run the city now
That’s actually us
You know ni**as play crazy, turn them into ashes and dust
Who’s f**king with us

Nobody, that’s who bruh, nobody
On molly’s, I’m juiced up, on molly’s
On molly’s, I’m juiced up
I’m riding with my ruger, my partna a rooster
My partna