[Intro]
Damn

[Chorus]
Ayy
If I can't rap it out, I feel like trappin' out my only way
If I ain't tryna scrap it out, I get that knife and make your blood spray
Told my bitch I might just live this life until my beard gray

[Verse]
I been lit since fifth grade, hollows made his shit break
I done took a hundred fades just to get my business straight
Make sure that the dinner straight
Don't let me smoke out that, I finish plates
Don't let me find out that it's smoke, I hit a brain and then I'm switchin' states
That bag done made my family hate
He really went for the pump fake
She givin' head on her lunch break
They all had guns, but got finishеd with one Drac'
Mixin' up salt in a milkshake
Pop a Perc' еvery day, bitch, my health great
That boy took shots all to the head, he had a metal face
Engine V12, my bitch turned on when the pedal shake
My n***a died, they think it's sweet, but it's still hell to raise
I still got kids to raise
Fuck the streets, I pray for better days just for my mental sake
Pussies killed my uncle twin, them rookies ain't even hit the safe
Free Lil' Mar, he caught a kidnapping just tryna chase some cake
Give a fuck if my opp got a million, I'ma flip a Wraith
Free bro, get an opp n***a clipped in a day
And I can't go to sleep, that's a brick in the safe
I'm addicted to shells and sippin' the drank
I'm buyin' her Louis, you buyin' her Pink
Y'all wearin' ropes and I'm wearin' links
Why hop on the 'Gram when you know we can link?
Leave your ass where you wink, now where you stink
She ridin' for hours, I'm fuckin' a freak
I gotta go back to jail 'cause a n***a was leaking
Catchin' my plays in the Lincoln
When I catch you, just give me a reason
And I'm shootin' shit up like Ariza
I been totin' the gun since Ibiza
And I ain't even go to Ibiza
Bitch, I was servin' the people
(Bitch, I was servin' the people)
[Chorus]
Ayy
If I can't rap it out, I feel like trappin' out my only way
If I ain't tryna scrap it out, I get that knife and make your blood spray
Told my bitch I might just live this life until my beard gray
Ayy
If I can't rap it out, I feel like trappin' out my only way
If I ain't tryna scrap it out, I get that knife and make your blood spray
Told my bitch I might just live this life until my beard gray