I ain’t hear from lil shawty they said he 12 now
I don’t know what that be about, so it’s hard for him to make a sell now
They got him all in black and white like slave tv
He grab a pen and paper but he ain’t writing no cd
She grab my dick and started slobberin but she ain’t ld
I pray my nigga dont break the code don’t even tell me
I pray lil fi don’t ever fold like a pocket watch
They killed your dawg go make a status like you gon ride about it
Two years passed they ain’t cut the grass ain’t no one died about it
Lil nigga momma still at home laughing but they ain’t cried about it
Make me wanna go grab a shovel bout it
Thinking bout my dead homies make me wanna go dip up they bodies
These nigga hoes, social media do the most
They gon say we wrong merk that boy over a post
He tweeted a hour ago he died before he even get the tool
I got niggas in the pen I make my bitches send them nudes (even videos too)
Do your time don’t you be no rat nigga
He ain’t no og in the street they call him Stuart Little
Point his finger in the court room took the easy route
But he gon make it hard on a real nigga
We love the streets even though we standing in a warzone
He wasting his time if thinking bout putting a vest on
Imma head shot him and end up behind bars
So we both gon end up with some scars
? took twelve ten four xan bars
7.62 hit his belly but he ain’t dodge
Remember jojo picked me up inna stolen car
He ain’t even gon tell me it’s a stolen car
Young backseat wonder they took him off onna blind
Call me Jonny put the seed in and the percs imma find
Bitch tryna steal my watch wanna get all of my time
He ain’t real and I ain’t deaf but I see all of the signs
Seen niggas bring board I hope they 12
Break down the stick from lil Jermaine and lil marquell
And it hurt me that I barely talk to el
I still love you nigga even if you can’t tell
I ain’t tell x to apologize she did on her own
Said bring memories back to her every time hear my song
Gon think one of my niggas dead everytime I hear my phone
Judge hit em with two life’s he can’t even live that long
I did some dirt with some demons
My cup so dirty might catch a wingworm
40 got a dick but it ain’t gon precum
All a yougin know is red rum
Imma take the percs down like they reported em
Riding with dead faces but we ain’t human trafficking
Shitting on my old ho like a took a laxative
All abut a sack imma fuck around and tackle him
Project baby, three to the bed I used to sleep onna floor (I’m talkin hard tile)
First she call me daddy, but ho you God’s child
But a Mac but this bitch don’t take no hard drive
From the park now he gotta hoop up the pen now that’s a hard drive
He tired of seeing barb wire
He a rat he we still gon hog tie em
Pray we all get burnt by Sidney just like lilani
Do your time don’t you be no rat nigga
Ain’t no og in the street they call him Stuart Little
Point his finger in the court room took the easy route
But he gon make it hard on a real nigga
We love the streets even though we standing in a warzone
He wasting his time if thinking bout putting a vest on
Imma head shot him and end up behind bars
So we both gon end up with some scars
