[Intro]
C-c-coming for the next lane

[Chorus]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my n***a, since then I ain’t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' n***a, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my n***as that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia

[Verse 1]
My n***as telling me to drop a mixtape
But I be on the strip, tryna get a quick change
Man, smoking on this cannabis
My broski stay strapped like a Cali spliff
I’m gettin' high in this stolen
You don’t know my line when we’re stuntin'
N***a why you lie, you ain’t on
RIP Gully, yeah, my bro
I heard I had it all by my lonley
N***as say they got me, yeah, they lie I don’t need 'em
Had to crop you out the picture cah you look Fugazi
Whole lotta smoke if you ever try to snake me

[Pre-Chorus]
All I need Is lacagg, ain’t tryna catch no case
All this Hennessy, got a n***a goin' crazy
Broski got that Habad just incase you're moving shady
Whole lotta smoke, I ain’t talking 'bout no flavours

[Chorus]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my n***a, since then I ain’t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' n***a, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my n***as that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia
[Verse 2]
Like, tell a n***a "Take time"
Nah, we can’t be friends
Add a E-F to the BE, now I BEEF dem
I never had it so n***as get eaten
Hooyo on my case, always tryna make me see sense
Flip O’s, stack profit
Act broke, never bummy
Hate what I do but I be on the block gettin money
Rusholme raise me, supply in the main streets
Hardly wear Gucci cah there’s a bag of fake G’s
And if I hear you got that belly, get your tummy tucked
Luke a certi shooter, pepper beef, burner known to cook
I ain’t on this shooting shit, Walaalo be a marksmen
And you know we never missed a target

[Pre-Chorus]
All I need Is lacagg, ain’t tryna catch no case
All this Hennessy, got a n***a goin' crazy
Broski got that Habad just incase you're moving shady
Whole lotta smoke, I ain’t talking bout no flavours

[Chorus]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my n***a, since then I ain’t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' n***a, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my n***as that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia