D, mother, fuckin' Savage, nigga
Where the fuck, I'm-I'm your biggest mother fuckin' fan
Nigga, on my motherfuckin' mama
I ain't toe the line yet, nigga
Shit
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh)
Feels like I failed and failed and failed
Please, I need help, help, help
Talkin' to myself, self, self
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh)
Feels like I failed and failed and failed
Please, I need help, help, help
Talkin' to myself, self, self
Ah
(Oh my God)
Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sippin' on Wock', can't see
I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock
Reppin' that 3-3-3
I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they got
Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin ' through rolls
Make bread in my goddamn sleep
We hit up the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes
She hate every time I leave
I bought her Chanel, she holdin' my Glock
If you see the cops, don't speak
And if I go down, just please hold me down
Don't you change on me
Ayy, I been workin' so hard, gotta shine
Put in work, I'ma put in the grind
Dog you know I got cash on my mind
I go deep, fell in love with her spine
Ayy, I pull up to yo' hood and jump out of a bush
And show you this forty of mine
Ayy, I got dope in my veins, I'm sippin' on mud
I'm tryna kill some', I'm high
Put that dumb ass nigga in the sky
I get it poppin' like Fourth of July
She wanna suck on my dick while I drive
Said you love me, bitch, why did you lie
Count hundreds and fifties, I promise it's litty
Lil' nigga, I'm runnin' the city
Ayy, I'm ridin' big B, that's the Bentley
I'm shootin', you know that it's with me
Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sippin' on Wock', can't see
I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock
Reppin' that 3-3-3
I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they got
Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin ' through rolls
Make bread in my goddamn sleep
We hit up the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes
She hate every time I leave
I bought her Chanel, she holdin' my Glock
If you see the cops, don't speak
And if I go down, just please hold me down
Don't you change on me
I be blowin' on gas like a chimney
I got bitch niggas talkin' bout' killin' me
I be ridin' with sticks, are you kiddin' me?
I'm just hopin' they matchin' my energy
Ayy, I'm smokin' exotic, my bitch is erotic
I'm flexin', got bands in my pocket
Why you lyin? You just need to stop it
I, snuck in this bitch with my rocket
I got what you need, a plug to the socket
She all on her knees, she givin' me noggin
Ain't gettin' no cheese, ain't makin' no profit
I, speak to the mouth like a prophet
I jump in these streets and don't do no talkin'
I'm throwin' up B's, on the block with my partna's
We just politicin' and countin' up dollars
I can't hit if that p***y got mileage
Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sippin' on Wock', can't see
I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock
Reppin' that 3-3-3
I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they got
Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin ' through rolls
Make bread in my goddamn sleep
We hit up the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes
She hate every time I leave
I bought her Chanel, she holdin' my Glock
If you see the cops, don't speak
And if I go down, just please hold me down
Don't you change on me
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh)
Feels like I failed and failed and failed
Please, I need help, help, help
Talkin' to myself, self, self
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (woo)
Feels like I failed and failed and failed (woo)
Please, I need help, help, help (woo)
Talkin' to myself, self, self (woo)
