Final Track(P.P)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Damn, J, you made this? J Yeah, yeah, yeah Pistol paranoia, yeah Baby, I still adore ya Don't know if you'll ride for me or die for me But baby, I'ma still stand ten toes for ya Won't you cry me a river, right here on my shoulder Bleed a pond for opps, we gon' slide in a Nova Even though you bad, bad, bad Will you blast for a nigga, girl I'm still tryna know if you loyal Baby, don't you know I ain't never been sober Ooh, not a ride, ain't over Know the streets bad, baby And I tried to avoid them But you know that's where we're designed to be, royal Found those for the bullets, so I'm tryna deploy them That boy got a problem, then I'ma destroy him F*ck what you heard, I ain't worried about a bitch I just love for the strong, and that's why I annoy them Yeah, heart still froze Gave my love to the streets, I'm surrounded by stress I'm way too smart to not chase me a check Never been locked up, so I'm blessed, I guess Ooh, I'm on the road Wherever I go, I'm still gon' flex I'ma ball till I fall, never feel no death Put the pistol in my palm, tell the angels what's next Riding in the Caddy, me and Jalen on the baddie And we switching up the rounds when the shit goes down Ooh, tinted windows on a clown You know what it is when you reach my town Ooh, they laugh at us, give a more reason to frown Double I(DBLii), make the, go bow Ride with the blick, as I watch my six And my time's on the rise, and I want that shit now Pistol paranoia, yeah Baby, I still adore ya Don't know if you'll ride for me or die for me But baby, I'ma still stand ten toes for ya Won't you cry me a river, right here on my shoulder Bleed a pond for opps, we gon' slide in a Nova Even though you bad, bad, bad Will you blast for a nigga, girl I'm still tryna know if you loyal Brain too fried, I'm off that gas Way too high, blunt, can't get past Foot on they necks, and I'm doin' the dash Stare at the mirrors, reflect on the past Just tryna find my way to the trap She told me to stay out left her with the bag Said, you sick of all the noise? Ooh, shit, my bad Pick your poison, shit gets rad I'm still here, tryna get to the top I'll be damned if they tell me to flop If he's sendin' me to pin, then his block is dropped My brothers gon' ride and they know how we rock Make him rest in piss if he talk too hot Bae, I hope that you know this is all that I got Punished from the pills, used to take them a lot But I'm usin' the music to cope for the knots I ain't tryna die off of the pain inside Make it hard to believe that I'm worth your time Letter to the Glock aim the rounds at my top Stare at myself and I'm wonderin' why Life is a bitch and I f*ck her all the time But she not my main, that bitch my side I don't wanna drown myself in sorrow So I'm paranoid, 'till they kill my pride, ooh Pistol paranoia, yeah Baby, I still adore ya Don't know if you'll ride for me or die for me But baby, I'ma still stand ten toes for ya Won't you cry me a river, right here on my shoulder Bleed a pond for opps, we gon' slide in a Nova Even though you bad, bad, bad Will you blast for a nigga, girl I'm still tryna know if you loyal, yeah yeah