Lyrics:

CashMoneyAP
Oh, no
Oh, no, oh
NLE the top shotta
I got the bun like I gotta

Get a - and make her famous, next minute she blocked me
Thirty in this Perc`, I need to slow down on the roxys
Gotta call, my - died, I nearly skipped a heartbeat
Lookin` for your love, but yo` feelings is departin`

Pull up on the wrong street, you - getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand while I - her wit my - out
We was really in the trenches thuggin` in the choppa house
Don`t you tell me that it`s smoke because you know that we gon` make it out

I don`t even know which car I`ma drive
Roll a three-five, now I`m too damn high
- I`m in my zone, don`t you kill my vibe
If a - play, you know them choppas gon` ride

The Michael Draco clip look like a banana
A - look all in this -, we gonna blame him
A lot of choppas when we ride, raise the count up
I robbed a corner store, the gun over the counter

And I ain`t gotta spin back because I know he`s dead
Ain`t no surviving when you shoot a - right in his head
Paramedics answer questions `bout that boy and the meds
But they know he ain`t gon` make it so they pronounced him dead

Get a - and make her famous, next minute she blocked me
Thirty in this Perc`, I need to slow down on the roxys
Gotta call, my - died I nearly skipped a heartbeat
Lookin` for your love, but yo` feelings is departin`

Pull up on the wrong street, you - getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand while I - her wit my - out
We was really in the trenches thuggin` in the choppa house
Don`t you tell me that it`s smoke because you know that we gon` make it out

They don`t feel me any of these...

NLE the top shotta, yeah

Pull up on the wrong street, you - getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand while I - her wit my - out
We was really in the trenches thuggin` in the choppa house
Don`t you tell me that it`s smoke because you know that we gon` make it out