Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

So let's, romance, yo stance, on me Take off, yo pants, cancel yo plans I ain't understand, you want a man To be ya friend, you need this shirt Feel you need some validation Ooh, mm, mhmm Make up your mind, I ain't the type to blow up your line

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

You're just a sad song, with nothing to say About a life-long, wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong This never meant nothing to you If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong) How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah) Yeah lil' bitch, yeah Know what goin' on lil' bitch, yeah Big dawg, lil' bitch Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah Ow, Ow, wow, wow, wow Woah, woah, woah,

Get the-get the-get the fuck from 'round me if you nervous Now I'm gettin' all this change, goddamn I'ma hit him in the face on purpose (on purpose) If I catch 25, it was worth it (it was worth it) G-g-grew up on the block with the drug lords (drug

Pass a beer One more long day down, the coast is clear Looks like we're alright and all right here You wake up, the guy on the radio Says it's time to get where we gotta go Gotta do what we all gotta do to get to the part where we get to cut loose And

Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no

They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy" But we go where we want to They think this thing is a highway, highway But will they be alive tomorrow? They think this thing is a highway If it was our way, we'd have a tempo change every other time change

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by There's a better home a-waiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky I was standing by my window On one cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse come rolling For to carry my mother away I said to that