Bad

That how we give it up (that how we give it up)

Look Free shoota gang free “…”

Still my way or the highway

She ain't tryna hold my gun if she ain't my bae

I can't trust her she can't go to my place

“…” fabric

Shit get tragic

Im the one dat they call where there static

Who want smoke

My gang full of addicts

Off this chop he get dropped automatic

(like yeah)

Niggas scared

I can see it they heart full of fear

Bitches funny they havin affairs

I stay to my self I get money and chill

In the field

Talkin drills

I ain't never do it off a pills

Me and sheff slidin for the thrill

Bitch say that she lovе me that ain't how she feel

Let’s bе real

If I die, you gone fuck niggas still

If I bucked, you gone fuck niggas feel

So why would I love on that bitch she a ill

I got love for my gun bitch in trust with my steel

Steel steel