[Intro]

Swear to God

(Ooh it's Wavy808)

I be having mood swings when I ain't on them percs, boy that shit crazy

I don't even wanna be by myself when I ain't on them bitches

I don't even wanna hang around myself when I ain't on them bitches

Bipolar as hell

[Verse]

Start this off here statin' facts, 6Block, we got plenty hats

I'm from Hilltop Village, bitch, Northside just to be exact

I was stolen-car ridin', it was me and Cracka Jack

Killin' opps back and forth, me and Spazz creatin' packs

They yellin' out "Who I Smoke", I'm yellin' out "Up the Score"

Makin' niggas use they feet, duckin' down and gettin' low

Divin' all on the ground, bitch get up and blow your polе

Smokin' straight dead niggas, on my body could smell they soul

In my еyes could see the blood, dirty Glock straight out the mud

VVs's teeth to feet, tsunami my water flood

In his bushes for a week, fell in love with the bugs

We don't talk on the daily, but Stony know its real love

Is my dog the biggest rat? Did D. Rose backdoor Cracka Jack?

Did D. Rose backdoor Foolio? It's crazy, but that shit be facts

Did Johnathan get killed creep? That whole month I couldn't sleep

I told Durk to pick a side, but he wasn't hearin' me

Vonta died weeks before, these niggas playin' backdoor

I don't trust a fuckin' soul, but I'm steady smokin' souls

They know how we rock and roll, I'm frontline through all the smoke

This my third shootout this week, I ain't get touched, bitch, I'm in voodoo mode

Having mood swings off percocets, headshots like fuck a vest

Put a bag on my brother head, jit finna die but he don't know it yet

Do more and I talk less, shootouts all out west

Teki died I was tryna slide, tryna leave a fuck nigga block wet

Back to back in stolen cars, 4 Glocks and 2 ARs

My momma told me I'ma star, I just pray I make it far

I just pray I see it through, hoodie on hanging out the roof

Me and bro went 2 for 2, you ain't tell then I salute

Stop fakin' on that molly, nigga, you ain't catch no body, nigga

'Bout Bibby we get busy, that ain't no threat nigga that's a promise nigga

'Bout Bibby we gon' come, bitch, chop sound like a 808 drum kit

Bruh, miss me with that dumb shit, we really ouside tryna slump shit

This for my all my brothers that I ain't talk to that's 'round the way

I know we don't communicate but I'd die for you any day

One phone call, I'll lose it all, I'll pop out broad day

I love y'all for real, don't let this flaw shit get in the way

Couldn't say it to y'all face, 'cause y'all know I'on know how to vent

Sometimes I get depressed and wanna end all this shit

Just know we been rockin' hard ever since we was jits

At the end of the day, y'all know who I'm rockin' with