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Ayy-hey yeah yeah
Yeah-yeah yeah
Ah-ha ah
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah
Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up
Ayy rolling up
We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough
I ain't know enough
Might have to get him off the path
If he try to slow me up
And I got this glizzy in this bag boy I might blow you up
I might blow you up
And there's more than fifty
When we slide you know them riders rough
Them riders rough
If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up
Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough
We ain't have enough
We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us
They was mad at us
Through the dark hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
Like I'm Trayvon
I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood like Canon
Like Canon
Playin' victim you know what you did why you play dumb
Crazy thing my n***as knew about it they ain't say nothin'
They ain't say nothin'
This Percocet gon' get me higher
Higher
I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah
Lerayah
She said "Relax my brodie I've been sendin' my love"
You tryna kill yourself there's no result to fire
Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef
Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps
The right steps
My shorties wild and they get live up in the night yeah
The night yeah
I'm from the darkness baby I'm so used to nightmares
Feed your soul
Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up
Ayy rolling up
We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough
I ain't know enough
Might have to get him off the path
If he try to slow me up
And I got this glizzy in this bag
Boy I might blow you up
I might blow you up
And there's more than fifty
When we slide you know them riders rough
Them riders rough
If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up
We might tie him up
Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough
We ain't have enough
We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us
They was mad at us
Yeah I'm on the pill kinda Lauryn Hill
On the real my G-Wagon came with sixteen uncle wheels
Born to kill beef like gang put that on my tears
On my lear jet airplane tryna pop my ears
Poppin' off'll get you popped for real you know you not for real
You faker than some shiny
And if it's smoke it's just a fire drill
I've been lying still in the jungle even lions chill
I make a giant kneel
I heard Heaven need some volunteers that's what I've been hearin'
Hit your momma crib like your momma feared
From the bottom of my heart my heart so bottomless baow
I'll knock your top off son
Skrrt
Ready or not here I come
Feed your soul
Tunechi
Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up
Ayy rolling up
We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough
I ain't know enough
Might have to get him off the path
If he try to slow me up
And I got this glizzy in this bag
Boy I might blow you up
I might blow you up
And there's more than fifty
When we slide you know them riders rough
Them riders rough
If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up
We might tie him up
Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough
We ain't have enough
We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us
They was mad at us
I don't get mad at them
Yeah woah oh
I know you mad
Them h*es they mad
The opp they mad
One time they mad
Ah ah-ha ha ha stay mad
Ah ah-ha ha ha stay mad
Woah-woah bah bah bah payback
Vrrr vrrr vrrr-vrrr straight cash
Yeah stay mad
Bet you hate that
Amen