[Intro]
(SephGotTheWaves)
(Vicasso on another one)

[Chorus]
Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then n***a fuck you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued
Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you

[Verse 1]
It’s easy to touch a n***a when you playing with them bands
Type of money I could get you wacked, uh, by ya man
Type of money make me know why momma n'em say don’t trust yo friend
'Cause these n***as be dead wrong and just gon' cross you in the end
Keep ya lil' hand out, don’t worry 'bout Jack, he gon' be alright
Fuck the pilot baby, I’m the flyest on this private flight
Rockin' Off-White, thank the lord no more off nights
I tote big pipes, sorry mom, I like gun fights
RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil' one at the light
I can’t speak on you and yours but me and mine gon' shoot on sight
Tell lil' boy up the 30, I said I’m up there like a kite
All my n***as that be with me, don’t care if I’m wrong, don’t care if I’m right
All my n***as them they be violent, ran up stolo mileage
Spinnin’, pullin triggers til' we catching arthritis
Better yet gon' catch us a body
Choppa got titties tryna get naughty
And I’m creeping late night with the zombies
Late night, ya got caught in ya pajamas
[Chorus]
Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then n***a fuck you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued
Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you

[Verse 2]
Before he even much started he knew he was gon' win
Lil' bad ass jit walk around with no shoes, finally ran up all them bands
Bad ass jit used to walk with no shoes, look how n***as envy him
Fucked around and jumped on protools now these bitches jump on him
Selling sand there was plenty sand, I just play with grams
Give a damn about what you saying, I’mma let it blam
Let it blam make you disappear, a la ka kazzam
Boy go ham that is not yo fam, left you in a jam
Free Jaray, she was right here with me, doing day for day
Don’t talk to you but every other month so son make sure you straight
Real n***a, he step to the plate gon' make something shake
Real n***a, he grind for them racks then got out the way

[Chorus]
Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then n***a fuck you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued
Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you