A.F.H midwxst

[Intro]
(Keep that, Paryo)
(Zetra)

[Chorus]
Know we got sticks on deck
My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads
Ran up one million as a teen, niggas can't tell me shit
So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no bitch, oh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Lost some friends along the way, but that's just how it goes
They true colors pop out when you start to sell out shows
You feel a way, then I don't care, 'cause I been on my own
Been in the stu' like every week, bitch, that's my second home
Yeah, coupe, know it's candypaint
Don't care about what you think
Can't hang with us, he not gang
So fuck what a fuck nigga think
My shooter, he ready, let it ring
I love my money, expensive things
I’m livin' the life that I dreamed
And these niggas not, that shit on God
They in the crib or workin' a job
Poppin' that shit, don't care about cost
That's not my bitch, I'm cuttin' her off
And that's on God, no, I'm not involved
Not sittin’ down, bitch, I'm standin' tall
I'm in Alyx, don't shop at the mall
We runnin' up like it's an assault (Oh, woah-woah-woah)