Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Some niggas don't put on for drugs
They'll come around tryna sip my lean
Why you bringin' up the murder? Tryna give police a lead
Even though I got a bag, I cannot leave you on these streets
Ain't no rich sex, when I fuck you, I gotta take off all these rings
Know one nigga say he a killer
They think he done turned to a meme
Niggas always say they love you, gotta watch 'em, that's the thing
Got that call, they killed my homie, man, I wish that shit a dream
I know a nigga in the feds, he say the buildin' ran by fiends

When the feds picked up my partner, it hit me inside (Yeah, yeah)
Tried to give him seventeen, but he got three to five (Three)
When he get out say his momma ain't gon' be alive (Nah)
So I'ma fuck two hoes at the time
One of 'em his and the other one mine (Both of 'em mine)

I fucked a hooper baby mama and I raw dogged (let's get it)
I done popped one half of this pill and it gave me lockjaw (It gave me lockjaw)
I done invested into these streets when they took my dawg (My dawg)
They in the city writin' the statements
Lookin' for top dawg (lets get it)
I know sometimes y'all miss y'all mans, but he got caught
Got caught, really havin' shootouts in that Trackhawk, Trackhawk
Time to do a hit, let's go and smash out, he backed out
Crate full of guns, they tryna sell 'em, then I cash out
Two shots to the head and one face shot, just for a bad mouth
I know you really don't mean what you had said, that's that Xan mouth
Know some niggas say they super trill but they fanned out
Get you by yourself and they'll ask you for a handout
Two thou' for Alexander Mcqueen, spend that on my pants now
Told Ikey leave his bitch for the streets
Go fuck around, get em cashed out
I'm so turnt up and I got cash now

Some niggas don't put on for drugs
They'll come around tryna sip my lean
Why you bringin' up the murder? Tryna give police a lead
Even though I got a bag, I cannot leave you on these streets
Ain't no rich sex, when I fuck you, I gotta take off all these rings
Know one nigga say he a killer
They think he done turned to a meme
Niggas always say they love you, gotta watch 'em, that's the thing
Got that call, they killed my homie, man, I wish that shit a dream
I know a nigga in the feds, he say the buildin' ran by fiends

Pull up with two irons, I let 'em all off
But now you duck, I'm tryna knock your drawers off
They scared to front me, know I'ma take 'em all on
Run off on the same nigga three time
See him in the mall, throw a peace sign
Brown skin bitch, south beach fine
And she way more fire than my old ho
I'm movin' around on the bro code
Your baby daddy and your bro ghost
Rob a nigga for a thick bitch
Take your ho and gave her deep dick
I just heard me on the radio
Might sell a pound at the quicktrip
I used to pay that before, now they pay me
And you know my prices be hot now
I used to tell all my bitches I love 'em
But now nigga don't gotta lie now
Most of these rappers I met they be bitches
But Durk on that gangster shit right now
Ten nigga, twenty guns in the room
Nigga turnin' Atlanta to Chi-town
And you know

Some niggas don't put on for drugs
They'll come around tryna sip my lean
Why you bringin' up the murder? Tryna give police a lead
Even though I got a bag, I cannot leave you on these streets
Ain't no rich sex, when I fuck you, I gotta take off all these rings
Know one nigga say he a killer
They think he done turned to a meme
Niggas always say they love you, gotta watch 'em, that's the thing
Got that call, they killed my homie, man, I wish that shit a dream
I know a nigga in the feds, he say the buildin' ran by fiends