[Intro]
(LowLowTurnThatUp, hey)
(Winners Circle)
(Damn, Yak)
[Verse 1: Hotboy Wes]
When you jump out, feel my SRT, just know your life at stake (Your life at stake)
I might lose my life today, I'm livin' life the shiesty way (The shiesty way)
Strapped up with this dope, hope them white folks don't run my license plate (Don't run my—)
Made it out with music, Mama thought I threw my life away (She thought I threw my life—)
My granny was an addict
My daddy ass was absent (He gone)
In the gutter, where we was trappin' (We trappin')
Now it's double G's on my jacket (My jacket)
These fuck niggas ain't my fabric
I don't fuck with a nigga, I'm taxin' (No)
John Wick with the stick, no lackin' (Bah, bah, bah)
He a bitch, send a blitz like Madden (Like Madden)
Pull up in somethin' that look like I cannot afford it (Skrrt)
Strapped with a rocket, my pockets on Norbit (Big bag)
That my lil' bitch, she be scammin', she out, finna slam her for forgery (Ayy)
This ain't no rap, this a street nigga poetry
When I was twelve, my first stick was a tourist (Bah, bah, bah)
If rappin' don't work, I'ma stick to the story
Fly out to Cali and get me a forest (Forest)
Get me a stick in my mama name (Mama name)
Grind like a bitch from the hunger pains
I'm from a street like the Hunger Games (Hunger Games)
They gon' get low when that llama bang (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Dope in the couch 'fore the commas came
Dope and the cash when the commas came
Spin the block 'cause the opps think it's fun and games
When we split 'em, we grill 'em like Johnny Dang (Grr)
[Chorus: Hotboy Wes]
Night-night, baby, night-night (Night-night)
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright (Ice bright)
Nice white for the right price (Right price)
Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life (Free my dawg)
[Verse 2: Hotboy Wes]
Free all my Locs in the jail cell (Free 'em)
Fuck on your ho, had a farewell (Farewell)
Used to trap with a strap in the stairwell
And the bricks where they spin like a ferris wheel
You'd rather fuck on a ho 'fore you charge her a fee (Huh?)
I'm where the warriors be (What?)
I was down deep like a shark in the sea (Shark in the sea)
Turned to a star, spent a car on my teeth
I like to rob and go hard on the beat
Mama so pussy, my father was street
My brother a hooligan, he used to harbor a fugitive
He took them charges for me
Glizzy gon' bark, you can't argue with me
Sixes don't shop when I park in the street
In my apartments, they snort it for cheap
Tote a carbon, these niggas ain't targetin' me
Show 'em what rogue shit really mean
I was broke than a bitch, but had bigger dreams
On the porch, stickin' dope in Amiri jeans
Couldn't spell that good, but I bet I could count
Mama on dope, used to smoke up a stench
I was stuck in the rain, but came out like a champ
Put the dope in the pot, make it loud like a cramp
On the block, sellin' dust, I was up like a vamp (I was up)
Young nigga hell, better ask 12, I make a lot, do a lil'
Grazin' on they residence, wrap it in red tape
Can't leave the post, sellin' dope on the leg brace
I gotta get me a mil' for the fast tape
'Fore I heard Moneybagg, I was a fed baby
You should've seen what I did for them dead faces
Shit that I did for them dead faces
[Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane]
Night-night, baby, night-night (Night-night)
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright (Ice bright)
Nice white for the right price (Right price)
Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life (Free my dawg, go)
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I come from the gutter, the heart of the criss
My daddy was drunk and my mama was stressed (Mama)
Travelin' all night at the top of the city
Made me go to sleep late, end up flunkin' the test (Mmm)
Had to stop gamblin', start the investment
My partner got killed, it was hard to digest (Damn)
Trippin' on lean make me really regress (Lean)
Like a jacker with money, my life was a mess (Woah)
Say you a shooter, not really impressed
Flooded my crew with invisible sets (Bling)
Rollies and APs, baguettes, baguette (Brr)
We ballin' like Brady without the confetti (Ball)
Thankin' the trap 'cause it's really a gist
I'm livin' my life without any regrets
I was a jit with a vest and a TEC (Grrah)
Stop playin' with 'Wop, that's like Russian roulette (Huh?)
Move down the walk with the stocks and the jet
Not the same 'Wop with the Glock in the vid (No)
I was dead broke, I knew I would be rich (Yeah)
I peeped from the jump, I knew you was a bitch (You)
Gloves on his hand, he ain't leavin' a print
Free all my hitters, I need 'em out quick (Free 'em)
Bogus-ass charges, they ain't makin' no sense (Nah)
They gave him a life so he jumpin' the fence, uh (Go)
[Chorus: Hotboy Wes]
Night-night, baby, night-night (Night-night)
Ice bright, nigga, ice bright (Ice bright)
Nice white for the right price (Right price)
Writin' kites, them niggas doin' life (Free my dawg)
