[Verse]
I'm callin' my dawg, just like a one time
Then I throw my boulders at them one time
She had the fan equipped, it smell like purp' blunts
Tellin' you, it's gon' hurt none
I'm tryin' to birth something
Born sinner, [?] you know it get wicked
You know you not never goin' there
I can't take you back to where I come from
Baby I just never would’ve thought of…
Who would've thought of that?
The master gon' chase the cab
Cookin' up crack gettin stuck in the trap
I witnessed all of that
Six days, you make it easy
On Sunday, you pray to Jеsus
Gunplay got appealin'
Gun wounds made you feel it
I ain't messin' or chillin'
I ain't mеssin' or chillin'