[Hook]
Hold up, roll some
We like three deep, with like four guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stand tall, can't fold none, shit
I'm like hold up, roll some
We like three deep, with like four guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stand tall, can't fold none

[Verse]
It's Lil Braindead, tryna take bread
Just hope I make it through the night, dog
Yeah, I'mma ride for, anything I muhfuckin' slide for
I'mma die for- I'm still out here gettin' faded
N***as know I never hated
Slidin' through the bity wit' a lil' bitch from Decatur
Tryna line a n***a, say he out here gettin' paper
So you know we at his door
But we ain't knockin', ain't the neighbours
Yeah, yeah, I'm the man, you can see it in my face
Yeah, yeah, rush the Jew up in the court, I beat the case
Yeah, yeah, know a n***a by his rep, ain't no mistake
If it's ever time to eat you know I'm out here takin' plates, like

[Hook]
Hold up, roll some
We like three deep, with like four guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stand tall, can't fold none, shit
I'm like hold up, roll some
We like three deep, with like four guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stand tall, can't fold none, uh
[Verse]
Flippin' work, fill my pockets to make my bitches twerk
Went berserk on that block, you pussies was hittin' dirt
There ain't no future in frontin', I'm stuntin' at it's best
The villain, ain't no S up on my chest
Seen that I was on the wrong path, said "Fuck it"
And I just went ahead
Anything for gettin' bread
Fuck n***as that sing to feds
Spittin' lead, revolver barrel's spinnin' like a break dancer
My n***a, take chances
Smokin' Newies like a n***a tryna get cancer
In the key for smackin' bitch n***as like you
RIP Bandana P, I sleep with my rifle
Only got two questions
Why they took my n***a Yams
And why these bitches so spiteful, Dolla

[Outro]
Meet the [?][2:34] bitch and only fuck once, the fuck's up
I'm uplifting to the gangsters and the goons
Always got the blicky on me
Something safe, you can assume
When the moon come, then the fangs show—