Woah
I don't wanna feel that way again
So you gone have to feel that way my friend
I won't hold you, whole different person
You only gone notice when them hollow tips gone hole through

I ain't gone lie I won't hold you
I shoulda told you
Fuck that
Hold on, I forgot what I was on
Hollow tips hole through
When them bullets tear through
Its a hole in you

And I'm like I don't know
Feeling fucking cold
I don't care yeah
Thinking too much
Not aware yeah

What the fuck you on n***a
Trap spot, trap phone n***a
I don't fuck with n***a's like the KKK
Put you in the fucking grave aye
I ain't fucking scared what you bang aye
What you gang aye
Speak my lang aye, speak my lang aye
N***a's hate, get thе blade
I'll do it any way, I'll do it any day
Okay, okay, alright
I ain't wrong, blow up like a bomb
Don't smoke on a bong, smokе you like a blunt
Blunt force, you can hit the ground or
If I need a Glock, spin you like a opp
I ain't got no block, you ain't got no block too
Too late its a red dot to you
I can make them bitches sing my song
Don't know what its on

I ain't wrong, blow up like a bomb
Don't smoke on a bong, smoke you like a blunt
Blunt force, you can hit the ground or
If I need a Glock, spin you like a opp
I ain't got no block, you ain't got no block too
Too late its a red dot to you
I can make them bitches sing my song
Don't know what its on yeah don't know what it's on