[Intro]
I'm like Rudy, why you rushin' me?
Why you rushin'?
Back, back, gimme 50 feet (Ok)
I still got the beat
Koncept on the beat

[Chorus]
I think I'm running out of luck
I been running out of fucks
I never gave a fuck
I be with some thugs
Ay, that pill wake him up
A n***a play we shoot shit up
I got my glizzy in the club

[Verse 1]
I got tired of showing love
I really think lil' bro turned to a boss
I'm peeping all these scrubs
Going right, he touch shit off
Oh I'mma catch a play from bout a cut
I told you, diamond in the rough
He just tryna act all tough
That lead will sit him down if he boot up
N***a know what's up with us
Keep one up on my side, just like my hip
Or right there by my waist, behind my belt
N***as tryna call for help
Can't save them when we dive, no Michael Phelps
Tony Hawk, I'm on my grind, why can't you tеll?
I bet it's on me and it's heavy
Fuck saying n***a triеd spraying with the semi
And lately I been keeping all the envy
I wish death on all enemies
I wish death on all y'all
And watched that n***a play they all fall
Behind mines, I stand tall
I'm tryna put a n***a on the wall
Won't ever catch me slipping, it's in my drawls
Shit get colder than December
One night with you remember
Sometimes I ain't get nothing for Christmas
And congratulate a n***a
Momma made her way, but sometimes I feel like she slaved to get it
I was born in May, get in my way, I crack yo' 'tato n***a
Everything, Kosher pickle, I said Hey Mr., Mr
Nina [?] just wanna kiss you
Take ya out like a dinner
Crop yo' ass right out the picture and watch they frame a n***a
Must don't know my name, I'm armed and dangerous, everytime it's with 'em
40. Cal, like add a nickel, oh that's that 4-ficial
Better have that static with ya, and ain't that bitch official?
I ain't just know average n***a, and I ain't broke neither
Cut the AC off when we arrive, better have your heater
[Chorus]
I think I'm running out of luck
I been running out of fucks
I never gave a fuck
I be with some thugs
Ay, that pill wake him up
A n***a play we shoot shit up
I got my glizzy in the club

[Verse 2]
I told 'em, ain't no searching at the door
Pop a Perc', I told that boy, give me one more
I'm tryna solve all my pain, I really wanna up this bitch and aim
But sometimes, Lil 9 just gotta think
Cuz I be finna crash, like 9 just get the wheel, get on his ass
I'm swerving left and right, I'm on the gas
Chief puff, puff and pass
I'm tryna smoke him too, that n***a dead
I'm telling you gon' die for what you said
I'm all in his head
It's mind control, I do this shit again
Then, lace my boots and go and spend a band
Take off all my chains and suit up
I'm telling you, I been waiting for you to boot up
I'm all downtown, riding on scooters, tell them pussy boys come catch me
Armed and Dangerous, fuck n***a I'm ready
I'm in your nightmares like Jason, nah I'm Freddy
Ay, send a bitch through to us she get the drop like Bloody Mary
Before Corona virus, we wear masks to get the fetti
Now you can wear masks all day, this shit get scary
I'm talking we'll spin all ways, no Hail Mary
I ain't trusting a soul, I ain't leaving no-one to tell
A hoe gon' tell what we told, I'm finna tell it