Yody, man, what’s happening, fam? I need you to snap one more time. I got you, nigga with the feeling. And watch his body live. 5, five, 6 is stuffed inside my crib. You won’t die by the dick. I was on the bench trying to shoot a hoop. Now I can shoot a switch as I stand a member. If I was in a whip. Busted out with my Glock. You tried to run my for the middle trip. My mama tell me to some time. But I can’t change my way. My brother lost his life at an early age. Since them been blowing kids. I’m way too committed. I’m still on business way before these niggas. I don’t know how I’m feeling. I just wanna drill, drill and kill them niggas. You can see blood in my eyes, baby. You know that I love you. It’s hard to show, but I’ll be trying. And you still can use my shoulder. If you ever need to cry a lot, just come again. Order. But try to put aside my pride. Way too deep off in the streets to turn back. Wanna be the guys? You gotta catch a hat. Go learn that. I don’t need I wanna get this shit. Gonna get you caught and hit with more than 50. Some of them niggas ran. And plenty more niggas than they the fam. But this the god instead. Now he deceives. I got gun smoke in my lungs. And I smoke that ice in my leave. If you need me, then I got you. When you feel played, don’t make a tweet.