[Intro]
Swear to God
(Ooh it's Wavy808)
I be having mood swings when I ain't on them percs, boy that shit crazy
I don't even wanna be by myself when I ain't on them bitches
I don't even wanna hang around myself when I ain't on them bitches
Bipolar as hell

[Verse]
Start this off we statin' facts, 6 Block we got plenty hats
I'm from Hilltop Village bitch, Northside this the biggest act
I was stolo car ridin', it was me and Cracka Jack
Killin' opps back and forth, me and Spazz created packs
They yellin' out "Who I Smoke", I'm yellin' out "Up the Score"
Makin' n***as use they feet, duckin' down and gettin' low
Divin' all on the ground, bitch get up and blow your pole
Smokin' straight dеad n***as, on my body could smell they soul
In my eyеs could see the blood, dirty Glock straight out the mud
VVs's teeth to feet, tsunami my water flood
In his bushes for a week, fell in love with the bugs
We don't talk on the daily, but Stony know its real love
Is my dog the biggest rat? Did D. Rose backdoor Cracka Jack?
Did D. Rose backdoor Foolio? It's crazy but that shit be facts
Did Johnathan get killed [?], that whole month I couldn't sleep
I told Durk to pick a side, but he wasn't hearin' me
Vonte died weeks before, these n***as playing backdoor
I don't trust a fuckin' soul, but I'm steady smokin' souls
They know how we rock and roll, I'm frontline through all the smoke
This my third shootout this week, I ain't get touched bitch I'm in voodoo mode
Having mood swings off percocets, headshots like fuck a vest
Put a bag on my brother head, jit finna die but he don't know it yet
Do more and I talk less, shootouts all out west
Teki died I was tryna slide, tryna leave a fuck n***as block wet
Back to back in stolen cars, 4 Glocks and 2 ARs
My momma told me I'ma star, I just pray I make it far
I just pray I see it through, hoodie on hanging out the roof
Me and bro went 2 for 2, you ain't tell then I salute
Stop fakin' on that molly n***a, you ain't catch no body n***a
'Bout Bibby we get busy, that ain't no threat n***a that's a promise n***a
'Bout Bibby we gon' come bitch, chop sound like a 808 drum kit
Bruh miss me with that dumb shit, we really ouside tryna slump shit
This for my all my brothers that I ain't talk to thats round the way
I know we don't communicate but I'd die for you any day
One phone call I'll lose it all, I'll pop out broad day
I love y'all for real don't let this flaw shit get in the way
Couldn't say it to y'all face cause y'all know I dont know how to vent
Sometimes I get depressed and wanna end all this shit
Just know we been rockin' hard ever since we was jits
At the end of the day y'all know who I'm rockin' with