Pastlife (feat. Ghetto Guitar)

(Smith and with the F and N Smith and with the F and N) Smith and with the F and N On her knees, no reverend I know that I'm better than Going back to her again Red beam on the glizzy, accuracy of a veteran Pilly make me dizzy, in your city on Klonopin She blow me like a bagpipe Ride me like a half-pipe Threw up on my last flight It came from the act-right Louis V my tag I, gotta turn up in LA cause' they know it's my last night I'll see you in the past life, aye Talkin' bout' a Glock, I gotta Gen five - nineteen She gon' suck my cock, she tell me that it's exciting New gun with a stock, bitch I'm shooting, I'm not fighting Nitrous, whip not stock, you can see the flame igniting Yes my wrist is threeD, in her yes I'm knee deep Your bitch say she need me, I play her like a CD My new Louis bag is tough, and yes my wrist freezing On the perc I'm mad as f*ck, but off the Xan I'm sleeping In London, no FOMO, I don't need no promo Throw bullets like Romo, your new man a bozo With your bitch, it's 1 on 1, I hit it on my solo In the wagon, in the G, not talkin' bout' no Polo, Polo Smith and with the F&N On her knees, no reverend I know that I'm better than Going back to her again Red beam on the glizzy, accuracy of a veteran Pilly make me dizzy, in your city on Klonopin She blow me like a bagpipe Ride me like a half-pipe Threw up on my last flight It came from the act-right Louis V my tag I, gotta turn up in LA cause' they know it's my last night I'll see you in the past life, aye