[Intro]

Invest Johnny Liquor on the beat

Dark sample

[Verse]

Still can’t find a selfie with the dead pregnant hoe

I got murder what she wrote, bitch, I never gave a fuck

And my era is gone, see how I'm back soon and where's your MOB

"Do the hop of the porch, it's not so easy like hop of the block"

Little pills that you popping

Make you little bit of true

Can give you poison that you slate it

Mix gorilla with the glue

You in bus without these ladies, go to school

Bitch make me so happy, your girl send you a message this the provе

Playing on piano with 2 fingers, the middles

Thеse people talking shit, they cannot do something really evil

I’m not young for scream all my shit, that I’m not older for get a some water

Your ashes for these bitches like a powder

Blow up the lighter with knowing they’re sugar

[Bridge]

Blow up the lighter with knowing they’re sugar

Playing on your ribs like Jelly Roll, like on the guitar

[Hook]

It's what it is, though, yeah, It's what it is, though

If you see the Glock in my lap, bitch, you see the pistol

Make it rain, make it rain, gotta pain be lit

Gotta bounce in the little whip, subs goin' make that twist

If I die by shot around my car listen song what sounds in it

Take a pic and feel the shit, which I won't feel

Good try, hoe, you didn't take my hard core

It's one day before, bitch, it's not one step before-