Afterlife

You miss your partner, you can see him in an afterlife

A sucka die, we tryna creep up on a candlelight

You scared to dribble, you is not no real steppa

Every time we off a sucka, Swag made me feel better, aye

We poppin' sauce and men in blacks to get in on them ****

He beefin' while he got no crib, he made his mom a victim

We watch them sold the port from bodies to lie at the witness

Baby, I ain't gon' rapes you, fifty shots and let the Glock get kisses

Out here lyin' to these bitches like they gon' get on me

Shootin' threes, about to jump me, I'm full court, Presi push up on 'em

NBA, ain't never broke again, we gettin' paid

We takin' trips to get that bag, you could catch us outta state

Still free the gang

I see your hall and all that Circle K

We know y'all isn't no real jewelers, y'all ain't never popped a thing

So quit replying, could die over this shit that you be sayin'

I lost my brother on some fuck shit, it's been drivin' me insane

I'm gettin' old, I heard that suckers dying off they Percs

I got a word to all the athletes, turn the thugs and not get heartless

Get it all, I'm tryna put some bodies on that shirt, bitch

I'm from Sac', where every week another body in that dirt

I know it's wrong, but too much blood been shed up in these streets

Go catch a body if you tryna make this team

Yeah, we ain't puttin' **** on

Can't lie, I really hate the things I seen

It change my head, don't wanna see this sucka scream

Don't hesitate, just get him gone

You miss your partner, you can see him in a afterlife

A sucka die, we tryna creep up on a candlelight

You scared to dribble, you is not no real steppa

Every time we offer suckers swag, make me feel better, aye

We poppin' sauce and men in blacks to get in on them ****

He beefin' while he got no crib, he made his mom a victim

We watch them sold the port from bodies to lie at the witness

Baby, I ain't gon' rapes you, fifty shots and let the Glock get kisses

**** talkin', knowin' damn well, they ain't 'bout shit

Made like twenty bands, I'm ballin' off a house lick

I love runnin' up in houses

Little ones that don't use bank 'cause they keep thousands

Check the closets and the dressers, don't miss nothin', flip the couches

Couple licks that didn't go well, I was fuckin' up a bag

We get a check and blow it all, bought all the things we never had

I never thought I'd be this hungry, I'm still eating off this last

You still be slidin' momma's car and gettin' money from your dad

You wanted beef, let's cook it up, I got some shit that get it poppin'

Don't be throwin' no white flag when they get hot and bodies droppin'

Pop the AK, slide for Jojo, speak on them, we'll leave you topless

Where the fuck you **** be who love the net and always talkin'

Fuck the cameras, bitch we masked up, we ain't finna stop to skeet here

With his girl, then she get hit too, don't be scared to pop the bitch

Shoot him nicely with this 19, get up close, I'm not gon' miss

We seen his glisten as his body drop and floppin' like a fish