[Intro]
4KTrey, what you on?
Come get blooded in, yeah, yeah (Ah, ah, ah)
We slangin' iron over here (Oh, slime)
It ain't no question
Ju-Ju-June on the beat
June on the beat
[Verse 1]
I came in with a dream, I'm leaving out chasing money
Momma say "Them niggas 'round, make sure they keep you dry when it's storming"
Guess I got beef in Atlanta, going out like a youngin
Death before dishonor, every nigga with me, they dumping
Pussy niggas don't want smoke, we bend yo' corner nigga
Out the top, equipped with cutters, steady screaming out "Who want it, nigga?"
And they slide just like we slide so you know that I be on it, nigga
Got 'bout 20 niggas with me full of drugs totin' on .30 pistols
Catching who bad? I swing this bitch I'm letting it out, that's off top
I fuck with OG's, some real niggas like Birdman and Box
I got some drugs off in the trunk, we stash that shit in a sock
And if the police pull us over, I'ma run with this Glock
[Pre-Chorus]
Swerving late night all by my lonely, I'm just clutching, smoking, easing my mind (Mind)
I'm full of pain, even know that I might die, I'll be fine (I'll be fine)
4KTrey, what you on?
Come get blooded in, yeah, yeah (Ah, ah, ah)
We slangin' iron over here (Oh, slime)
It ain't no question
Ju-Ju-June on the beat
June on the beat
[Verse 1]
I came in with a dream, I'm leaving out chasing money
Momma say "Them niggas 'round, make sure they keep you dry when it's storming"
Guess I got beef in Atlanta, going out like a youngin
Death before dishonor, every nigga with me, they dumping
Pussy niggas don't want smoke, we bend yo' corner nigga
Out the top, equipped with cutters, steady screaming out "Who want it, nigga?"
And they slide just like we slide so you know that I be on it, nigga
Got 'bout 20 niggas with me full of drugs totin' on .30 pistols
Catching who bad? I swing this bitch I'm letting it out, that's off top
I fuck with OG's, some real niggas like Birdman and Box
I got some drugs off in the trunk, we stash that shit in a sock
And if the police pull us over, I'ma run with this Glock
[Pre-Chorus]
Swerving late night all by my lonely, I'm just clutching, smoking, easing my mind (Mind)
I'm full of pain, even know that I might die, I'll be fine (I'll be fine)
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