Dis ain't a rap song
Dis a blow a bag shorty go and trap song
This a make a clap song
Even pretty girls go and get da strap song
Good drink, I'm pouring
She wink, I'm scoring
It stink I'm gone
It's clean hop on
We from da ave
We in da dorm
The past is dead
We lit don't mourn
They shot my brother off his bike I can not honor that
Police made arrest like I'm just pose to be fine with that
Another nigga booked that's not goin bring my rider back
We oss like we goin shoot up where ya honor at
October's own reporting live from da pumpkin patch
And I rolled my own choking off da sour pack
Heard we took yo shit, pull up and come buy it back
I keep a gangsta bitch she pop u like a prolisec
My lil gangsta bitch a pop u like some birth control
I don't think it's any hood that I can not go
If my brother got beef dere den i don't go
I left mine at home Tiz solo let it go
I got alotta pain inside that i never show
Niggas kept f*ckin up packs I employ the hos
But never let her distract me I still get doe
Spending money on new choppas I ain't buying clothes
Dis ain't a rap song
Dis a blow a bag shorty go and trap song
This a make a clap song
Even pretty girls go and get da strap song
Good drink, I'm pouring
She wink, I'm scoring
It stink I'm gone
It's clean hop on
We from da ave
We in da dorm
The past is dead
We lit don't mourn