Indictments Boosie Badazz (Ft. B Will)

(hook)
Lets not talk about indictments
That shit get frightening
Lets not speak about cocaine
They swapping names
Federal search and seizure
Turn boys into believers
Set up by your people
Young devils and deceivers
You're not my equal

[Verse 1: B Will]
(Daamn) Eddie hit my phone like whats happenin homie
Went to Baton Rouge, niggas ratted on me
Shit get crazy my old lady young attached and lonely
Bitch got full of that powder and she snatched the homie
Lawwd, how much pain can my soul take
Oh what a difference 36 O's make
I hit em up, broke em down
Murders turn to cold case
3am, me or them, them niggas dont sell coke late
Pink dolphins and snowflake
All they do is roleplay
In my heart I just know (I can whip a whole cake)
I saw the whole thing starin through my gold frames
Chain smokin cigarettes ashes on my low mayne
Up the totem pole the rocks that my scrotum hold
Jesus please bless my soul
I press the dope with my left exhale the smoke with my right arm
Don't rat (Don't rat, that that's how niggas die young)