Last Time (feat. LiamFoots)

Last time that I checked I was Street Money Goon This that yellow tape, don't make me make em clear out the room Think he lit until he hit and then he missing And bitch I let it ring, shit I promise I'm committed Last Time That I Checked I Was Four One, Add The One Four What That is, You Got More smoke Say she a vegetarian, Let Me fill her Up With Protein Aiming At Yo Tator , Hold Up Aiming At Yo Soybean Last time that I checked I had bowls by the lore I'm higher than my lowest, no more sleeping on the floor And I'm still having hoes by the buku Subscription with the killers, watch you die like it's on Hulu Last time that I checked I was a fuckin 74 Can't get active like I used to but I still a let it blow He want Anna, I leave em Frozen if I let it go Bitch get buried but he barren, Swear his ass will never grow Last time that I checked I was a fuckin' granny baby I can't disrespect my elders, but I will f*ck your ol' lady Chasing money, countin' hundreds like TD calling my pager Put him in the air before his fuckin' body hit the pavement Last time that I checked A nigga flag still blue Murk a nigga with no witnesses and 12 ain't got a clue Last time I doubled back, I could still f*ck your hoe And I can't wait until them crackers free my motherfuckin' bro We was up one, left that nigga hanging like the cheap ones We was up two, we shoot the same clip, bitch, it's a rerun And we was up whatever, never check the score Cause bitch, you know better Was trapped up in a bando, f*ck a closet, bitch we too clever Bitch, I'm the type to break they whole crew neck, that's a new sweater Catch a nigga slippin, pick 6, bitch, I'm Archuleta Cooking up a kill to serve a nigga like I'm Charles And Netta She Tini, you know she keep it creamy, that's that Mac and Feta Trippie niggas, toatin a stick like in Redd with Coi That choppa came from Russia, f*ck a Spartan, bitch, this shit for Troy A G's all in my circle here, he a rat, we set traps for that boy Yo bitch a fan, she go nuts over a rapper (wrapper), that's a almond joy Pistol like a pinwheel, I make that bitch blow it Boy that choppa get to clappin' like I'm happy and I know it That choppa get to clappin' like your nana at a graduation You f*ck around and get assaulted if I'm aggravated I don't do the cap n gown cause ain't no cappin' in my language Graduated out the bando, my diploma came with payments They not handin out no beatin when them jitts pull out them switches Put that nigga on the bench if he ain't shootin' shit like Riddick And if you tryna rendezvous, just send a nigga your location I send a hitter at yo neck like thanks for the donation Im still him, got a couple fuckin' hoes waitin It could be your last day on them tracks, Fruitvale station, nigga