Lonely

Yea I'm just finna go off the top with this shit nigga And Brodie told me just go full auto with no auto you know? I just feel like they ain't been hearing me lately With all that tuning and shit Mother fuckers said they want that old Ky back (To be honest I don't even think I'm ready if they ready, ahahaha) Watch what you say out your lips Heard you gone slide with no ride I pull through your block like I heard that you needed a Lyft It's another homicide, unidentified when we blow you get left with the wind It's gone be his last time seeing out his eyes And that's if he can see through the tints, huh? Yea nigga 5 percent, huh? I heard the money was pending I ain't a cheap guy, I hope it's 2 5,s on that nigga head cuz I need 10 Heard it's some more guys that'll do the job We'll you need to sit them on the bench We blow the house down Nigga f*ck the pigs And the hair on they Chiny Chin Chin, Huh? Hang a nigga by the chin He see the flashlight like pictures Nigga it came with the stick Have bro hit the switch like now you see the lights flicker I ain't never tripping when I'm off the Act Nigga So you know I'm a stick to the scripture It ain't a damn thing I'm worried about Cuz I know what comes with the business They said I talk loud, I got a bad mouth, and I need to go to the dentist, huh? They'll never know the feeling, huh? Still in the trenches Big bitch on me got extensions Me and my niggas been running up digits We get the cash then we do division Got in that bag and out of my feelings I'm on the road, nigga I'm spinning Walk in with my pole they know I'm concealing I'm in that lane, I been a beast they just can't tame I still try to remain, humble cuz there was days I ain't have a thang Knew I was gone shine after the rain But I couldn't sit and just wait on the day Got in that field and I made me a play Fixed me a meal yea I made me a plate, AHHHH Now I see what my bro was talking about When he was talking about that full auto I low key f*ck with this shit Ahuhh Yea Aight Yea Aight Charged up like my mother fucking city Who the f*ck told these little niggas that I wasn't with it We finna pay him a visit We spin his block like a, we spin his block a We spin his block like a mother fucking fidget We finna go in his house and get him evicted Momma always said I'm gifted, we finna wrap him like Christmas, huh huh? Drill his ass with this tool We finna beat on his block like Flintstones nigga Yabba Dabba Dabba Doo He ain't never pulled a trick off with his gun we going to abracadabra his tool Talking about sending shots at a Nigga 40 fill him up like alcohol proof, huh? He ain't got nothing to loose Wadduh with him (Niggas been staying down for the longest until we come up you know) (We ain't faking it until we make it nigga) (We just doing us) (AHH) (And keep them fake ass niggas up out your circle too don't forget about that)