I-95

Hold on, let me... Do it Yeah, do it You just don't know how to fight I lost my baby, then I lost my dog I lost my feelings for these bitches Get some pussy, then I cut them off They say it's beef, I cut the pressure off When They say it's beef, I be posting in the club with my necklace on I 95, right off 69, I'm getting on Little bro trying to slide, f*ck the other side, they pissed him off They popping fake perks mixed with fentanyl I be praying for my niggas, hope they make it home And I be praying, homie, catch him, he gon' crack a stone Brody just got off a drill, just caught a body, we on 64 I could tell you about some shit that you ain't never know But I'm not, I focus on the Gwap Im tryna up the sco F*ck them niggas, man, they haters, they ain't opposite, they ain't been shot before Body bags and choppers like the money, that shit on the floor No, I'm not getting a drop, that's a give and go We balling bros like Shaquille Cole My main man turned into a cow The other one turned to Curtis Blow, nigga And my other homies sold his soul The mafia, that's all I know From 7-0 to 54, nigga I swear to God, my oppies from dope business My son went KTB, the way I cut his throat, nigga I lost my baby, then I lost my dog I lost my feelings for these bitches Get some pussy, then I cut them off They say it's beef, I cut the pressure on When they say it's beef, I be posting in the club with my necklace on I-95, right off 69 im getting on Little bro trying to slide, f*ck the other side, they pissed them off They popping fake perks mixed with fentanyl I be praying for my niggas, hope they make it home