(Alright, Brando)
(Brando– Brando the sickest, on God)
Yeah, nigga know what's goin' on, I'm million-dollar liquid, let's get shit
Lil Top, hold up
L-O-V-E, H-A-T-E
S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep
B, double-E, F, you don't wanna beef
R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me
Huh, I'm on that shit, you play with me, done
Play with YB, bitch, I'm gon' make you D-I-E, yeah (ouu)
It's 4KT, nobody safe, you'll get stretched out in the street
And I'm too blessed to be this way, the devil, he don't fuck with me (yeah, look)
I got a plan that I ain't sayin'
Since a child, I been a man
Sellin' dope, it look like tan
I'm whatever that you on, what you with, I'm with, I'll get him smashed
I don't want her 'round me in this bitch
You don't deserve this, no, I'm doin' bad, all bad, man (hold on)
L-O-V-E, H-A-T-E
S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep
B, double-E, F, you don't wanna beef
R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me
I ain't lettin' go of my trauma, I can't do this shit without my mama
I'm who killed your partner, YoungBoy, I'm a motherfuckin' problem
I'm puttin' it in my body, it done fucked me up, it got me wildin'
What you want? I got it, these niggas don't fuck with me
Countin' my pockets, they countin' my pockets (yeah)
I heard the FBI been blockin' (uh)
They tryna catch me with this chopper
They just wanna put a mugshot on me (yeah)
Jesus got a brand-new cross, for Him, my Bible
Now, bring your ho ass in the street, nigga
Without them, I wouldn't wan' be with ya
Bitch, I'm in Boozilla mode
This for my cousin who gone
I don't wanna rap, I wanna wrap you, bitch, I'ma walk your ass down (down)
I don't pick and choose, I'ma clap you, bitch, this drum sound like the trombone
Hold up, I ain't tryna take you home, in here like my last night
Baby girl, I can't take you home (ayy, ayy), 'cause you don't act right
I'm tryna make sure I could roll, baby
I been searchin' for my soul, daily
She wan' take me down, till it get found, I'm on my own, baby
Who the fuck love me? Lord, oh
Oh, it ain't too many 'round that I see ('round that I see)
Up with your strap, I up right back
You playin' raw D (comin' back)
If you got my back, and that's a fact, ain't worried 'bout nothin'
When it go bad, this shit get ugly (shh)
Bleed, quick to make him bleed (we gon' blow somethin'), we gon' put the bitch to sleep
C's? All my niggas B's
Around with keepers, up, ya ceased (blatt, blatt)
My mama love that Trackhawk, we come from a Jeep
Play with a stack, I'll knock your hat off, you know how we be
Yeah, my mata black, bandana on
Nigga, you a ho, you won't murder nothin'
You a motherfuckin' flunky
If you ain't killed nothin' 'bout yourself, you ain't wakin' up and chasin' money
A piece of shit, I hate myself, but make sure my wife want for nothin' (nah)
That's a sixty-thousand chain that he keep breakin', wastin' money (money)
I just wan' tell my daughter: Hey: But I'm ashamed, I ain't nothin'
Don't need no gun, but I just wan' buy K's
You ain't with me, then fuck your pain
Behind me, come major pain
Bro leave one day, go board the train
L-O-V-E (love), H-A-T-E (hate, E)
S, L, double-E (e), p, I won't go to sleep (I've been up late, P, yeah)
B, double-E, F, you don't wanna beef (I won't be late)
R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me (yeah)
I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, yeah
D-A-V-E, bitch, Dave live with me
3800 Block, this Chippewa, yeah
You better fight, we grew up pinnin' shit with that iron (ooh)
Boom