I been rolling up that dope aye
Smoking on my own
And I don't want nobody around, so I don't pick up the phone
And I don't even really like nobody leave me alone
And no they don't even care
Till a nigga dead and gone
Yeah till a nigga dead and gone, and they don't ever do no wrong
They gonna put the blame all on you though
Run it up, run it up, nigga no I cannot go
And I can't even do that, you know I gotta get my dough
Real nigga on the block, trapping by the corner store
I'm finna get me a play, and then a nigga finna go, go, go
Gotta keep a lot of shit on the low
I know somebody want my place, but I'm staying in it though
And I can't let no nigga get the best of me, no, no
I got a Glock with a beam, it got shells for your throat
Keep one in the head, don't got to cock it back, I just blow
Let my nigga say three, and you know I'm finna go, go, go
I ran down with that four, with a 4-0 , my nigga, imma hop out and score
I see that nigga down the block, I'm like, where he finna go
But he ain't finna go nowhere, he finna catch the smoke