[Verse]

Word on the streets im a suspect

I be hanging with the killers in the projects

Potato on the barrel keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind (BAH)

O.G. Bobby Johnson, mane fuck it I be mobbin'

Fuck it I be mobbin'

From the east but fuck with niggas out the projects I be hanging with the killers in the projects

I be sipping on that purple and that high-teck

This for my niggas locked down getting processed

And I wish Frank White could hear that fucking time back

I just bought a new AK with a band on it

At a high point but that bitch jammed on me

Heard a bitch nigga try to take a stand on me but this little sardine made it out the can on me (BOW)

On the streets where ya motherfucking brains at

Bands street the motherfucking flames at

And this white bitch keep asking where that cane at

Yeah I pop trains but I don't smoke train wreck ya ya ya

Bitch I'm still on a pain pill

Fuck around get your right hand man kill

Went to jail my career was on a standstill

But I bounced back like Pookie on a treadmill (WOO)

And I keep it on my waist I don't need to run

I got on skinny jogging pants you can see the gun

And I'll catch a nigga slipping outside

Soldier Slim shit I'll catch a nigga slippin' by his mom

Man its R.I.P if my guys on the job

The Flamez back we had to put our pride to the side

A bitch ass nigga tried to stare me up and down

So I stab him now he got a little guide in his eye

But its still fucked up how they got a nigga

They tried to lock me up they talking bout I shot a nigga

I came home got some features now my pockets bigger

I'm getting money why you feel I gotta rob a nigga

Bumping Rich Homie and Thugga, please get the fuck out my face

That Withdrawals mixtape coming, so you motherfuckers just wait