[Intro]
I'm in a super coupe tonight
Slidin' in some other shit right now
Just been thinkin' lately, like
You know, shit ain't the same
Uh
Fuck these n***as talkin' 'bout?
(Ayy, 40, what that is?)
Mm, mm, uh

[Chorus]
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds
They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread
Them old n***as that came before you'll tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good, I take her down south and I buy new breasts
I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper, I'm out of breath
They actin' like thеy focused on money, but be seekin' hеlp
That shit be really hell

[Verse]
Figured this shit out up in my cell
I had to fall back from the lean, that shit bad for my health
I wish I could tell my grandma I love her, but she ain't even here
I lost lil' Slugga down to the gutter, n***a, I ain't got no feels
I'm ready to kill
Lost my cousin, see, shit was real
I know these n***as be talkin' that murder talk, but n***as'll squeal
Went on my first drill, free lil' Jacob, shit still give me chills
I'm slidin' with a switch and Draco, it's just me and Bill
It's just me and slime
Super coupe, just go in, jump in the four-door, see you tomorrow
She sad today, give her some time, she'll be happy tomorrow
I'll buy a purse, ain't never bow down and sayin' sorry
I buy Xanny bars in all of summer, I forget 'bout all my problems
Uh, no matter what, I'm goin' hard
Cold-blooded killers, they goin' hard
Had to talk with all of my n***as, just playin' smart
When I check you on that problem, don't take it to heart
[Chorus]
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds
They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread
Them old n***as that came before you'll tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs
She fuck me good, I take her down south and I buy new breasts
I'm chasin' pussy and I'm chasin' paper, I'm out of breath
They actin' like they focused on money, but be seekin' help
That shit be really hell
I can't talk to the dead
And I don't talk to the feds
They say, "A dead man can't tell you who left his ass dead"
I got my hands dirty before, but I like payin' bread
Them old n***as that came before you'll tell you I wasn't scared
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs

[Outro]
Headshot 'em, I don't want no legs