LAST BREATH

Ridin round wit the same nigga that fucked yo bitch Still smokin weed still scammin still takin shit I never be pressed by a hoe you can take the bitch John caught a body yesterday nicknamed blik Like a homeless kid all day we use to play wit sticks Riding sticker knocking shit down like some bowling pins K got bows in, if you need more then get ahold of him Nigga I still got the phones in let me know lil baby i got the loads in And my dope it be smoking you should how these feins be patrolling Jason how I get to resurrecting on the fucking track Fucking round wit us and we gon have to push yo shit back Cooking like a chemist, blue and pink yea get yo racks 813 what I breath till my last breath She got down on her knees got me right until I left I love Days off, sleep in and still make a check A lame come near, told em 6ft back Tower in a tower thru the roof wit all these stacks Some dawgs how we gettin off these Niggas runnin laps They all claim all they do all Is kill and trap it's all cap It's lies these niggas don't be doin nun of that Caught me at the club had to flank em from out the back