[Intro]

C-c-coming for the next lane

[Chorus]

Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up

I lost my nigga, since then I ain’t been sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up

And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"

But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her

I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

And free my niggas that all of the police took

I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia

[Verse 1]

My niggas telling me to drop a mixtape

But I be on the strip, tryna get a quick change

Man, smoking on this cannabis

My broski stay strapped like a Cali spliff

I’m gettin' high in this stolen

You don’t know my line when we’re stuntin'

Nigga why you lie, you ain’t on

RIP Gully, yeah, my bro

I heard I had it all by my lonley

Niggas say they got me, yeah, they lie I don’t need 'em

Had to crop you out the picture cah you look Fugazi

Whole lotta smoke if you ever try to snake me

[Pre-Chorus]

All I need Is lacagg, ain’t tryna catch no case

All this Hennessy, got a nigga goin' crazy

Broski got that Habad just incase you're moving shady

Whole lotta smoke, I ain’t talking 'bout no flavours

[Chorus]

Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up

I lost my nigga, since then I ain’t been sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up

And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"

But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her

I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

And free my niggas that all of the police took

I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia

[Verse 2]

Like, tell a nigga "Take time"

Nah, we can’t be friends

Add a E-F to the BE, now I BEEF dem

I never had it so niggas get eaten

Hooyo on my case, always tryna make me see sense

Flip O’s, stack profit

Act broke, never bummy

Hate what I do but I be on the block gettin money

Rusholme raise me, supply in the main streets

Hardly wear Gucci cah there’s a bag of fake G’s

And if I hear you got that belly, get your tummy tucked

Luke a certi shooter, pepper beef, burner known to cook

I ain’t on this shooting shit, Walaalo be a marksmen

And you know we never missed a target

[Pre-Chorus]

All I need Is lacagg, ain’t tryna catch no case

All this Hennessy, got a nigga goin' crazy

Broski got that Habad just incase you're moving shady

Whole lotta smoke, I ain’t talking bout no flavours

[Chorus]

Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up

I lost my nigga, since then I ain’t been sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up

And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"

But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her

I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

And free my niggas that all of the police took

I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia