Oath

Ayy

Buss one (Oh shit, you ain't got no Grabba?)

Ayy, huh

A8 Audi, I'm transported when I tip

Titi call with a twenty, I put a forty on her shit

I need a zip of lock, I paid forty for the mix

I'm in Houston actin' bad, lickin' Morton off my bitch

Boy, this big boy business, I'm really rich like Richard

Been gettin' paper for a long time and I'm still gettin' it

A thousand grams in the blender, baby, this a real chicken

Five hundred grams on my neck, baby, this a real pendant

All my hoes know I cheat, but they still deal with me

You let her trick you like that little rabbit, boy, you real silly

Bro 'nem know if I only had a dollar, I'd still split it

Root of evil, 'bout that mighty dollar, shit get real wicked

Hmm, I be wantin' to ask these **** why they wanna be like me

I just wanna fuck my bitch, ain't got no pussy in a week

I been busy chasin' M's, I'm chasin' one now as we speak

I ain't need school to get no books, I got one in the street

Huh, I don't have no trouble in the field, bitch, I brought my cleats

Milwaukee **** way in California with a Georgia peach

Ayy, FaceTime me with the Wocky pints, you now I ordered three

All them long nights, I remember we was broke

They was playin' on my top, naw, ****, not no more

I'm startin' to get dizzy, all this motherfuckin' motion

All this shit around my neck look like a motherfuckin' ocean

I can't let 'em down, you know my people mean the most to me

You know right or wrong, I gotta keep my brothers close to me

Keep your head on, hard times, you gon' go through 'em

I'll never change on the gang, I made an oath to it