[Intro: LXWLIFE]
As your witness
Don't lose yourself in this

[Verse 1: LXWLIFE]
That .40 on my waist, I made it out sadly
Don't fuck off with my money, I been makin' trappin'
Shorty wanna [?]
[?], motherfuck the cap shit
Ridin' into my zone
I ain't want you in my fuckin' home
Pussy ass boy, I want the air control
But you just be [?] with the fuckin' show
But they just want me dead, I don't really know
I just wanna go, I just wanna go
Ha-Hatin' on [?], hatin' on tour
I'ma go world tour when I kill all
Everyday I feel like drugs, I feel like I'm pissed off
And I got Adderall for the fuckin' mourn
We don't gotta ball, ball, we don't gotta ball
Boy, [?] when I got withdrawals, aye

[Chorus: Bktherula & LXWLIFE]
(Yuh) And I know these n***as mad as fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n***a throw it up (Pour a four)
And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (Bitch, I'm off that dope for real)
These n***as ain't got no swag for real (N***as ain't got no swag)
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch)
High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Bktherula]
And me and that n***a geeked, we be tweakin' together (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot ass weather
That n***a just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no n***a totin' like me, yo' shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work wit' you, don’t care, that's cool
Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this fucking stool (Yeah, yeah)
No internet, lil' bitch, beef with this fuckin' tool
And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' ho, to flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you)
And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil' ho, to flex on you, you (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (Go, go)
Bitch, these VVS on my neck wet like a fucking pool (Go) (Mars)

[Chorus: Bktherula]
And I know these n***as mad as fuck
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n***a throw it up (Pour a four)
And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (Bitch, I'm off that dope for real)
These n***as ain't got no swag for real (N***as ain't got no swag)
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch)
High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Bktherula]
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real