[Intro: Young Roddy]
Uh
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Tryna drink away my pain, that made me throw up (That made me throw up)
They shot my nigga in his back, that made him slow up (That made him slow up)
Might let my bitch drive while I roll up
My brother fighting a charge, but we don't fold up (We don't fold up)
My girl say she scared for me, I just tell her pray for me (Amen)
OG had to pay the lawyer fees with cocaine money (What?)
Forty years flat, two of my niggas got the same number
Heart turned cold, damn, look at what the game done you
Might cop the Wraith, the double R's on the headrests
For mama 'cause she workеd too hard, the doc said she need bedrеst
Really from the hood, I take you spots where they be spraying at
Where I lost my mans at, sold my first grams at (What?)
Them goons get the drop on your spot and it get ransacked
Fresh up out the gutter where they shootin' and throwing hands at
Crabs in a barrel, never let 'em fuck your plans up (Uh)
Motherfuck the cops, them crackers shooting us with our hands up
[Chorus: Young Roddy & Smoke DZA]
Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb' truck
Rule one, if you get caught, don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch, you gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one
Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch, them hoes'll leave you when the rain come (Uh)
When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Tryna drink away my pain, that made me throw up (That made me throw up)
They shot my nigga in his back, that made him slow up (That made him slow up)
Might let my bitch drive while I roll up
My brother fighting a charge, but we don't fold up (We don't fold up)
My girl say she scared for me, I just tell her pray for me (Amen)
OG had to pay the lawyer fees with cocaine money (What?)
Forty years flat, two of my niggas got the same number
Heart turned cold, damn, look at what the game done you
Might cop the Wraith, the double R's on the headrests
For mama 'cause she workеd too hard, the doc said she need bedrеst
Really from the hood, I take you spots where they be spraying at
Where I lost my mans at, sold my first grams at (What?)
Them goons get the drop on your spot and it get ransacked
Fresh up out the gutter where they shootin' and throwing hands at
Crabs in a barrel, never let 'em fuck your plans up (Uh)
Motherfuck the cops, them crackers shooting us with our hands up
[Chorus: Young Roddy & Smoke DZA]
Dope boy, might just pull up on you in a Lamb' truck
Rule one, if you get caught, don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch, you gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch, and one
Gun smoke, cocaine, that's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes, try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch, them hoes'll leave you when the rain come (Uh)
When them chopper bullets rain, it'll stain something (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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