System

Roll up and a bayonet hit ya

Sweatin' on the call, but you fuckers spin a zipper

Waste more time when they call for the figures

Murder on minds, no smoke, no mirror

They don't want smoke, no trigger

I wouldn't blame, not a digit

Put 'em in the dirt, no hitter

Say they finna ride, but they fold with the picture

Say they finna ride, but they fold—

Tellin' that they do it for attention

20/20 vision when I pull up with the mission

I don't fuck around with my life or my digits

Fuck around and put a motherfucker in the system, yeah

Tellin' that you do it for attention

20/20 vision when I pull up with the mission

I don't fuck around with my life or my digits

Fuck around and put a motherfucker in the system, yeah

Pull a bitch on a playdate

I fight a motherfucker down bad way

Money goin' cold, took a sick day

Money goin' cold, took a sick day

I could pull up in that motherfucker

And I know they see him, where he go? Woah

Ain't nobody tryna find a fuck

Or give a money talk when I blow, woah

I can feel the lobby roll, yeah

Bitch was too melodic, woah, yeah

Found my soul inside a ghost, woah

Runnin' dirty how it goes, woah

Drop your body down the road, woah

In the tunnels with the bros, woah

Stupid bitches do the most, woah

Bring them bodies out the door

Why do you block that legit block?

Anybody saw that? Spit that chop

Put 'em on a bottle when I bottle this top

Muhfuckers don't wanna keep what I got

I left my soul when I pull up the block

I left my soul when I pull out the spot, woah

I left my soul when I pull out the spot, woah

I'm too good at this shit

Bitch, swallow my spit

Never talk 'bout me unless you really wanna disappear

I been in and outta livin', I don't love it here

How'd I manage to fuck it up this bad? Hit bricks

For some of you motherfuckers, it took a hundred takes

I don't do this shit the same way

Man, shut the fuck up—

Outta this shit a mixtape

Man, I'm back on my gettin' drunk and fuckin' shit up again

Tell these pussies that I'm still out ahead

Tear that metal, probably heard when it bent

Shoot me, pussy, pray you never pretend

Fuck everybody you with, uh

Fuck you, I'm breakin' your wrists, uh

Boy, bet you needed a stitch, uh

Cry 'bout a shoot when you miss, yeah

Stomp on your neck, bitch

Get your ribs split 'til they break shit

I said, "Fuck livin'," ain't nobody listen

Fuckin' my bitch that take care breakin' digits, yeah

Sick of the input

Never thought I'd end 'em as a child, heh

Never wanna see another birthday

I don't talk to nobody, they all fake

Yeah