OMG!

Oh my God If you plotting on my guys I keep toolie on my side I'm unruly, you gon die If I keep losing, I'ma cry If you do shit, we gon ride If you bullshit, we gon slide I'm gon slide Y'all gon die Oh my God You'll be like Biggie, Tupac If I grab my glicky, two shots And shit, now I'm missing two opps And both they bitches give sloppy top I ain't one you should copy off Take notes I'm just tryna get you paid so Pay attention for the pesos Spanish hittas on my payroll We was out there selling yayo Looking bummy when I came home Spending a week in the same clothes Out in Bucket tryna lay low Out in Bucket where they shot Bibby I ain't even have the Glock with me Wasn't long before the cops came I'm just tryna get the opps mane We was all taking insane risks We was outside getting dangerous Until they left Stix on the pavement Just cuz they was fucking the same bitch I was like Jordan Peele, tryna get out But this shit was the way I put food in my mouth Too much grieving had me weak Ain't never thought it'd get this deep Oh my God If you plotting on my guys I keep toolie on my side I'm unruly, you gon die If I keep losing, I'ma cry If you do shit, we gon ride If you bullshit, we gon slide I'm gon slide Y'all gon die Oh my God