Car Sick

RIP my dawg he ain't dead but he lost it What you know bout trapping all day until you car sick Still yelling f*ck the law trying to pin us for narcotics Keep a stick inside my drawers you can get it if you want it Fa La La La hit a nigga in his head I ain't falling at all I'm a shoot it till the end Fa La La La nigga run me all your bread One phone call what you want I can serve him A to Z I need gas inside this whip cause I keep spinning blocks I wake up another day I got 100 opps I'm such a moody piece of shit I'm just so on and off I step back and get these racks I'm not gone get involved Broke niggas broke we do no business I feel like Gucci in his prime get out my kitchen I can't wait to ice out my neck and watch it glisten Now I get paid for walk throughs this shit is different If I do you dirty I'll do that shit again And I ain't worried about nobody who am I against And your loyalty on low we not even friends If I said that you my cro I got you until the end RIP my dawg he ain't dead but he lost it What you know bout trapping all day until you car sick Still yelling f*ck the law trying to pin us for narcotics Keep a stick inside my drawers you can get it if you want it Fa La La La hit a nigga in his head I ain't falling at all I'm a shoot it till the end Fa La La La nigga run me all your bread One phone call what you want I can serve him A to Z