Xolo - prod. mayan Lyrics

Any last words?

Gunshots in my head, this shit really soothing to me
These niggas think I'm goin' crazy
Whole time, I'm really just gettin' real used to this shit
I might spin inside a Mercedes
Bitch, free my brother
As soon as they give him a bond, I'm gettin' him out
Niggas be dyin' from talkin' all of that shit, somebody tell 'em start watchin' they mouth
I grew up outrageous, it was one bedroom and I had to sleep up on a couch
I do this for real, and I would tell you to ask yo' homie, his ass would've vouched
He tried to run up, got his dumbass popped
You know I keep a Glock in my pants
His homie got stomped, he ain't even do nothin' 'bout it
His hoe ass up and just ran
Bitch, look at my jeans, then look at the tag, you gon' know that Purple the brand
Nigga, how is you tough? I dissed on yo' dead and you ain't get back for yo' mans
Man, you is a bitch, and I can tell just from the way yo' bitch ass stand
I get so high, I start to think to myself like, "When the f*ck will I land?"
These niggas be bummy and these niggas be hatin', but can't even show me a band
I really don't need no gun, ask Tay Tay, when I killed him, I had broke my hand
He was dead on the scene, they brought his ass back, but I'm finna' kill him again
The opps keep sayin' they hot, but it's all good 'cause we finna' come with the fan
Pop me a perc', I'm already high, I forgot I had one in my hand
I'm so rich, I got me a chef, I remember I was usin' them pans
Go on a hit, we dressed in all black like we some opps with the Klan
Don't stop at the light, 'cause twelve was there and I can't do no time in the can