| Said she wanna slide in, pull up on a real one |
| Shit can get violent totin' on a real gun |
| Oh we got riders, |
| I’ma stay silent, hard to build a case up |
| God I gotta light it, consume my soul |
| Ain’t no lackin' in traffic, I got my pole |
| Nuestra Señora, she know |
| I’ma give 'em all my all until they get close |
| Said she wanna slide in, pull up on a real one |
| Shit can get violent totin' on a real gun |
| Oh we got riders, |
| I’ma stay silent, hard to build a case up |
| God I gotta light it, consume my soul |
| Ain’t no lackin' in traffic, I got my pole |
| Nuestra Señora, she know |
| I’ma give 'em all my all until they get close |
| I’ma give 'em all my all until they get close |
| How he go and run up but end up |
| I was tweakin' hard too hard, put down the Faygo |
| That was up in Texas, Play-Doh |
| Dodgin', dealin' the Feds up on a good day |
| Had to realize that I’m livin' life in the worst way |
| Still too deep in this life, I’m livin' a one-way |
| Ain’t no turnin' back, I’ll be shameless until my grave lay |
| It was a grey day, turned into some real dark night |
| You know the game changed, I been on my one-on-one |
| Fight back, thinkin' how I could’ve pulled out a knife |
| Now I can’t take a shit without my .40 and my knife |
| Ain’t many I can trust, maybe my Mama and |
| Put that pistol to they neck, I swear they all gon' die |
| They sayin' death follow me but I think death by my side |
| I got them red hollow tips and got yo head |
| Said she wanna slide in, pull up on a real one |
| Shit can get violent totin' on a real gun |
| Oh we got riders, |
| I’ma stay silent, hard to build a case up |
| God I gotta light it, consume my soul |
| Ain’t no lackin' in traffic, I got my pole |
| Nuestra Señora, she know |
| I’ma give 'em all my all until they get close |
| Said she wanna slide in, pull up on a real one |
| Shit can get violent totin' on a real gun |
| Oh we got riders, |
| I’ma stay silent, hard to build a case up |
| God I gotta light it, consume my soul |
| Ain’t no lackin' in traffic, I got my pole |
| Nuestra Señora, she know |
| I’ma give 'em all my all until they get close |