Fentanyl

My niggas is bitches they switchin up I talk about facts they talk fictional Was trappin the xanz wit the fentanyl One person OD now the feds involved Had to stay low had to go ghost 20% tint my windows Ima go hard for my kinfolk Imma go hard for my kinfolk Inhale and exhale the indo I be get in all the info That's how ik where the opps post They ran out of styles like the Lox OH Hiding yo hands but throw rocks woah Hiding to hands but throw rocks Hoe When I pop out I got my pole Carry concealed for the ops woah If you run up you'll get shot hoe I do not play bout my life no Tryna achieve all my life goals When I'm on stage feel the vibes whoa Can't wait till my shit go viral Come home and split pie wit my bros Ain't got no time for no lion hoes My bitch might f*ck if she fine tho Dont want none these bitches that's on me Tonight she is goin home lonely Stack up my bread and stay low key That's why only few people know me Pull up on kash that's my homie Always been real never phoney Always been real never phoney My niggas is bitches they switchin up I talk about facts they talk fictional Was trappin the xanz wit the fentanyl One person OD now the feds involved