[Intro]
I'm down and out, bitch (Skeeo, you crazy)
I'm down and out, nigga
Well, nah, I ain't down and out
These niggas wan' see me down and out
Bitch-ass nigga, he gotta, he gotta do better (Yeah)
Tell them niggas get at me, slime (D-Roc)
[Verse 1]
Could get a hundred years from all these fuckin' murders (Uh)
I need a hundred mill' before my life start turnin'
'Fore it's over, chopper hang around my shoulders like a nigga from Magnolia
From Baton Rouge, but in the East with plenty heat, I'm tryna fold 'em
Yeah, any nigga, bitch, I'm a Demon, not a gremlin, tryna send shit through the ceilin'
Catch me in that foreign, I'm peelin' (Skrrt, gone)
I am not wrong, do anything to make it home
Run to a boy, I'm probably gone
High on Demon time
Phat Black up in jail, he bangin' green while on the line
Thuggin' Blood, that's who is I
Gettin' dirty in this bitch, but fly than a motherfucker
Straight from out that North, ain't have no choice but hustle, watch my mama struggle
You can try to take her child and slime gon' put you under
With my baby, nigga, talkin' to myself, might think I'm crazy
They can down me, it don't phase me 'cause this life I live amazin'
It come with jail time and plenty niggas dyin', but gave me millions, nigga
"38" my sign, the hood where I reside, ain't gotta feel me, nigga
'Cause I don't fuck with y'all, know I'll bust at y'all
I'm sittin' here waitin' just for DDawg to call, with Nick smokin' loud
Don't go to clubs, but I can bring the crowd
I bring them hitters out, my youngin buck him wit' his ski mask off
He gon' make that chopper sound, don't make him hit at you
Xanax, probably be on two
Gravediggers inside this coupe, you can eat me, tell this bitch don't chew
Tell your friend fuck with my crew
Rep' off shit, that's what I do, don't tell me shit, I don't know you
One talk with my mama, nigga, she told me for to pop 'em too
I'm down and out, bitch (Skeeo, you crazy)
I'm down and out, nigga
Well, nah, I ain't down and out
These niggas wan' see me down and out
Bitch-ass nigga, he gotta, he gotta do better (Yeah)
Tell them niggas get at me, slime (D-Roc)
[Verse 1]
Could get a hundred years from all these fuckin' murders (Uh)
I need a hundred mill' before my life start turnin'
'Fore it's over, chopper hang around my shoulders like a nigga from Magnolia
From Baton Rouge, but in the East with plenty heat, I'm tryna fold 'em
Yeah, any nigga, bitch, I'm a Demon, not a gremlin, tryna send shit through the ceilin'
Catch me in that foreign, I'm peelin' (Skrrt, gone)
I am not wrong, do anything to make it home
Run to a boy, I'm probably gone
High on Demon time
Phat Black up in jail, he bangin' green while on the line
Thuggin' Blood, that's who is I
Gettin' dirty in this bitch, but fly than a motherfucker
Straight from out that North, ain't have no choice but hustle, watch my mama struggle
You can try to take her child and slime gon' put you under
With my baby, nigga, talkin' to myself, might think I'm crazy
They can down me, it don't phase me 'cause this life I live amazin'
It come with jail time and plenty niggas dyin', but gave me millions, nigga
"38" my sign, the hood where I reside, ain't gotta feel me, nigga
'Cause I don't fuck with y'all, know I'll bust at y'all
I'm sittin' here waitin' just for DDawg to call, with Nick smokin' loud
Don't go to clubs, but I can bring the crowd
I bring them hitters out, my youngin buck him wit' his ski mask off
He gon' make that chopper sound, don't make him hit at you
Xanax, probably be on two
Gravediggers inside this coupe, you can eat me, tell this bitch don't chew
Tell your friend fuck with my crew
Rep' off shit, that's what I do, don't tell me shit, I don't know you
One talk with my mama, nigga, she told me for to pop 'em too
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