Lyrics

That's onna gang yeah aight yeah aight It's all these constant thoughts bitch running through my head I'm tryna to drown myself up on the gang yeah with these fucking meds You gonna end up broke or in fuckin jail probably end up dead I'm sitting here lost up in my thoughts thinking about what you said Yeah aight look It's all these constant thoughts bitch running through my head I'm trying to drown myself on the gang yeah with these fucking meds You gonna end up broke in fuckin jail or probably end up dead I'm sitting here lost up in my thoughts thinking about what you said You can't please everybody so I'ma worry about my own instead This choppa sitting on my lap bitch I'll leave you filled with lead Dead homies Bitch this choppa sitting on my fucking lap I'll leave you filled with lead Now everybody got they shit and you just worried about me? Like where you at Kreed? I'm out here thuggin' in these fucking streets I'm tryna bend the block double back and leave a opp deceased I'm chasing fucking chicken on the gang cause you don't want no beef I'm thinking about that cold feeling I get like someone watching Locked up in that cell for a while just feeling boxed in Thinking about them evil nights I was left with no options Thinking about being alone dead as fuck up in that coffin When I was dead fucking broke nobody was answering the fucking phone Been through the fucking worst and fucking back and I'm still ten toes Evil thoughts up in my head look in my eyes bitch you'll probably know Tryna chase a bag lil bitch I'm tryna hit the road Wondering if I'll make it or this is how my fucking story goes Locked up in that cell until I fucking grow old Grab the cross around my neck and take a breath cause I won't fold They been talking on my name till I'm sliding with uh- And I see red lights I'm not stopping I'ma still go I'm bout to get a bag and stack it up yeah by like tenfold Really set you up and knock it down like it's some dominoes Tryna get a blunt and a pisto bitch let's hit the sto' I don't shoot once keep it going I need a reload On the fucking five I'm switching lanes off Casamigos I was in these streets way before these little beats though Fly young lowk your bitch might know me yeah as Kreedo Walk a nigga down if he acting like Deebo Lil eskelite she know the varrio yeah she a freak hoe Bitch blowing up my phone I'm in the booth like whatchu need hoe? Sliding down Griffin I'm about to hit up the whole Dinos Dead homies yeah aight And I'm sliding down Griffin I'm bout to hit up the whole Dinos Yeah aight that's on the gang Bitch blowing up my phone I'm in the booth like whatchu need hoe? Dead homies look And I'll walk a nigga down if he acting like Deebo Huh yeah aight Yeah I'ma fly young lowk your bitch might know me yeah as Kreedo I'll walk a nigga down yeah if he acting like Deebo Little eskelite she know the varrio yeah she a freak hoe Huh yeah and she a freak hoe Fly young lowk your bitch might know me yeah as Kreedo I'll walk a nigga down if he acting like Deebo Little eskelite she know the varrio yeah she a freak hoe Bitch blowing up my phone I'm in the booth like whatchu need hoe? Huh that's on the gang Huh that's on the gang though Huh Long Live Sane Huh that's on the gang You're slowly letting go Are you turning off your phone? Yeah aight though
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