[Intro]

Oowee

[Verse]
Rolling up, top shelf
But my grandma in her deathbed taking her last breath

Why does life always feed us raw like a bad chef?
Why the game always play us dirty like a bad ref?
Why do snitches still think they can live like they past self?
N***a, that shit over with, dead dog, doberman

Bitches fucking with poison in they body just like cobra spit
N***as be so thirsty they drink venom from a cobra bitch
Being [?] test fire shooting from they dick
Now he looking for a doctor, making noises like Chewbacca