Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost) The car, it came with no ceilings I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin' I need me some healin', bitch (for real) I need me some healin' (for real) She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it I need me some feelings (no feelings) Crunch time (crunch time), crunch time We get in that jam and get out (get out) Only option I see is the top (uh) I'm sure (I'm sure), I'm sure (I'm sure) You feel just like I do (yeah) What should I do? I'm lost in this world, but I can't get tricked by no girl (no girls) I play with her pearl, and I can fuck up her whole world Boi-oi-oing (boi-oing) She bounce on that dick, toes curled (toes curled) But fuck these bitches, I'm tryna run up these riches (run it up) Don't depend on me, you'd probably put the pen on me Can't fuck with these niggas They be lame they too cringy (I can't, I can't, I can't) My guns got genres, stick rock out Glock RnB You ain't got no gun How the fuck you think you in the car with me? (Get out) Talkin' 'bout other bitches, baby, don't start with me (sit down) You worried 'bout other bitches You could've been a star with me (should've, would've, could've) My stomach start hurtin' when I get to arguing You worried 'bout bitches And I'm worried 'bout poverty (two different things) Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost) The car, it came with no ceilings I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin' I need me some healin', bitch (for real) I need me some healin' (for real) She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it I need me some feelings (no feelings) Gotta op in my DM, I left 'em on read I ain't sayin' nothin', my brother said that's well said (yeah) He must be a sped, or the nigga must be the feds Either way, this pussy nigga got death ahead He playin' both sides, I heard you switch on your guys These rappers be tellin' these lies, these niggas be idolizin' Might as well do porn, these niggas gon' ride on dick and advertise it Baby, kick it by yourself, these niggas fake, I'ma emphasize it I get her pussy wet, baby girl, I don't need to moisturize it I know your goals, I'ma get you a business, we gon' franchise it Keep it on the low, I don't think that we should publicize it My side bitch don't know my main 'cause I organized it Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost) The car, it came with no ceilings I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin' I need me some healin', bitch (for real) I need me some healin' (for real) She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it I need me some feelings

2 love to the mob With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin' Dons Call up Slaughter Gang, you'll get your shit popped Draco with a drum, this bitch ain't never gon' stop We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit Green Store shit, it's the mob, bitch Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick (pussy) Pull up with a stick and these pussy's gettin' hit Pull up with a stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit I put this on the ten, I'ma end His life, no beginnin', fuck a friend Bitch I'm with the mob, you can't get in We've committed sin, free my niggas in the pen Free Omerta Mob shit, big sticks, get killed Thought she was dancin' on the dick, that's the clip We ain't gon' shoot up in the air, you gettin' hit Just GF, we ain't clickin' up with shit Got your hoe screaming "woah, woah, woah" My verses ten, we ain't gon' fold, fold, fold And you know we been havin' shit All of these niggas is average Swallow my dick just like a Brisk Do 25 hundred no Ethel Ridge So many blue strips, my pocket look like a crip Throw it at peasants, fuck nigga, have it Ho I'm mobbin', you starvin' You a victim, I'm robbin' 2 love to the mob With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin' Dons Call up Slaughter Gang, you'll get your shit popped Draco with a drum, this bitch ain't never gon' stop We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit Green Store shit, it's the mob, bitch Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick (pussy) Pull up with a stick and these pussy's gettin' hit Pull up with a stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit I put this on the ten, I'ma end His life, no beginnin', fuck a friend Bitch I'm with the mob, you can't get in We've committed sin, free my niggas in the pen Free Omerta Mob shit, Purp Gang, that's my gang Loaded Family, nigga ain't no way I'm changin' Get the commas, get the cash, do the numbers I been grindin' all summer gettin' that lumber Pull up, we takin' shit (gimme that) Pull up we lay the shit down And know we ain't basic, bitch Pull in your hood with them rounds My wrist is on a 10, I'm in that Benz I let her get in, her and her friends Loso Loaded comin' straight out the jungle Loso Loaded comin' straight out the dirty Loso Loaded get that check on the third Loso Loaded get that check on the first Crime paid, did the life that I chose I'm Slaughter Gang, niggas draped up in gold Hellcat, yea it came with the kit Bases loaded, nigga I'm on my shit Burnin' rubber on a broke nigga's bitch Pull up with a stick and I let it hit I pull up with a stick and I let it hit I pull up with a stick and I let it hit Loso Loaded Pull up with a stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit I put this on the ten, I'ma end His life, no beginnin', fuck a friend Bitch I'm with the mob, you can't get in We've committed sin, free my niggas in the pen Free Omerta

Long live the demon, he gon' come back from the dead I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash same price your head Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Play it in the back of my head couple times, see if I'm wrong Spin this bitch one more time, let's see if they gone Kick that front door in, check every room to see if they gone I got dicks on all of my guns, they pussy, let's see if they moan When it's time to dance on the battlefield, we leaving our phones Don't come outside with that fake gangsta shit, leave it at home Like a hurricane hit, whole bunch of bodies all up in my dome The flunkies and the crash dummies be the first ones gone He not a killer, it's the drugs Turn a nigga block to a motherfucking rug You can't hide in this city, we know every club Slide on them bitches, they bloody and shitty He got a 100, he got a 50 Run through boxes of bullets trying to fill up them titties I might spin the block with him, then spin him, this shit get tricky Long live the demon, he gon' come back from the dead I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash same price your head Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) We don't give no fuck 'bout what they doing, so why they worried 'bout us? Your mans was in the street, you wasn't gangster, on the curb hollering You said you bust who head? Nigga, who dead? We ain't heard 'bout you It's gon' be some shit coming behind that body, I'm droppin' turds 'bout 'em I'm fucking this bitch and spreading them ass cheeks, that booty hole pink Dick riding keep getting them niggas killed, I love when them hoes link Blackout 'bout my bros, fuck around, get a darker skin color I only ride with niggas that's tryna change your skin color Yeah, bread on his head, tryna make a nigga wonder Sent the nigga up to Zeus, he was out here playing with that thunder When we pull up on them niggas, I'ma leave a fucking puddle And if a nigga fold, that out of my control, you know? Long live the demon, he gon' come back from the dead I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash same price your head Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head) Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (bread head)

Rrrra! I'ma need an army (I'ma need an army) I'm dripping like armpits (dripping like arm) My dick is the mic And your bitch is performing (yeah) I'm feeling like Mike (feeling like Mike) When a nigga performing (yee) She sucking it long (sucking it long) Guess the bitch brainstorming (yeah) Counting racks in the morning (morning) VVS diamonds, I'm snorkeling I'm in the house like Cory, yeah I'ma need an army (I'ma need an army) I'm dripping like armpits (dripping like arm, yee) Got a bitch with a big ol' ass and I count some paper Ass is Charmin Bitch, I'm not Barney I don't love you, my bandana Fani Your pockets on bald head Make a lil' bitch give some bomb head We accepting all head Small head and tall head We don't give a fuck what your drawl said (rrrra!) I'ma need an army (I'ma need an army) I'm dripping like armpits (dripping like arm) My dick is the mic And your bitch is performing (yeah) I'm feeling like Mike (feeling like Mike) When a nigga performing (yee) She sucking it long (sucking it long) Guess the bitch brainstorming (yeah) Counting racks in the morning (morning) VVS diamonds, I'm snorkeling I'm in the house like Cory, yeah I'ma need an army (I'ma need an army) I'm dripping like armpits (dripping like arm, yee) Keep that K on my shoulder (yeah, on my shoulder) Big K like the soda (soda) Got bars like granola (hey) Got Ms on the phone, Motorola (yeah) Only paper you got was diplomas (hey) They sleep on the kid, in a coma Got a lot of juice, bitch, Arizona She say no doughnut, bitch, I'm Homer (bitch, I'm Homer) Rrrra! Yeah, SET (SET) SahBabii These niggas JROTC In my bag like groceries I can't never show no mercy I can't ever have no worries I'm playing my role like Eddie Murphy I'ma need an army (I'ma need an army) I'm dripping like armpits (dripping like arm) My dick is the mic And your bitch is performing (yeah) I'm feeling like Mike (feeling like Mike) When a nigga performing (yee) She sucking it long (sucking it long) Guess the bitch brainstorming (yeah) Counting racks in the morning (morning) VVS diamonds, I'm snorkeling I'm in the house like Cory, yeah I'ma need an army (I'ma need an army) I'm dripping like armpits (dripping like arm, yee) Rrrra!

I'm hopin' that my soul be freed All I gotta do is believe, all I gotta do is believe All I gotta do is believe, all I gotta do is believe All I gotta do is believe, all I gotta do is believe You comin' by yourself and you gon' leave by yourself (you gon' leave by yourself) Ignore that pussy shit, bitch, believe in yourself (believe it, yeah) I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the best Blow the weed in the sky, hopin' Demon see my stress (demon) I got you, my brother (believe it) Pullin' racks out my back pocket, they thought I was scratchin' my bottom (believe it) Stay out the mix and get some money, bitch, I know you gon' blossom (believe it) When I found out that my brother dead, I thought he was playin' possum (believe it), yeah Stop tryna please them people that don't deserve to be pleased (pleased) Stop tryna tease them people that don't deserve to be teased (teased) Running 'round this world like you born with no meanin' (meanin') I don't do the friends 'cause I don't really got no reason (reason) Why the solid die and fuck niggas still breathin'? (Breathin') What happened to loyalty? That shit ain't got no meanin'? (Meanin') I told God, "Don't forgive them snakes, they greedy" (don't do) Let them boys in heaven, they fuck around, they kill Jesus Say you got it out the mud, how the fuck you end up needy? (Ooh, ooh) What the fuck I look like askin' a grown man to feed me? (Ooh, ooh) You get locked up by them crackers, better have you some Velveeta (ooh, ooh) 'Cause they ass gon' try to keep you, boy, they genocidin' our people (ooh, ooh) I'm tryna buy some land, so I can hide all my people (ooh, ooh) Don't wanna kill no black man, but niggas be tryna pull it (ooh, ooh) My son dependin' on my so I'm goin' to the fullest (ooh, ooh) Bitch, I just built a army, swapped the semis for the fullys You comin' by yourself and you gon' leave by yourself (you gon' leave by yourself) Ignore that pussy shit, bitch, believe in yourself (believe it, yeah) I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the best Blow the weed in the sky, hopin' Demon see my stress (demon) I got you, my brother (believe it) Pullin' racks out my back pocket, they thought I was scratchin' my bottom (believe it) Stay out the mix and get some money, bitch, I know you gon' blossom (believe it) When I found out that my brother dead, I thought he was playin' possum (believe it), yeah Cut his face off the ID and glue it to a obituary (yeah) Death before dishonor, put a nigga in the cemetery High fashion killers, Michael Myers wearin' Amiris (Amiris) I don't trust a bitch, what makes you think I'm askin' Siri? I'm gon' Clockwise, hope you do likewise (likewise) I'm goin' cock-eyed, I'm tryna watch my guys (watch my guys) Yeah, them niggas say they steppin', but they paralyzed (paralyzed) You get props for whackin' a opp, you get a whole prize (whole prize) You comin' by yourself and you gon' leave by yourself (you gon' leave by yourself) Ignore that pussy shit, bitch, believe in yourself (believe it, yeah) I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the best Blow the weed in the sky, hopin' Demon see my stress (demon) I got you, my brother (believe it) Pullin' racks out my back pocket, they thought I was scratchin' my bottom (believe it) Stay out the mix and get some money, bitch, I know you gon' blossom (believe it) When I found out that my brother dead, I thought he was playin' possum (believe it), yeah

(Noxh, I'm fucking over it) What? I can't understand, what you sayin'? You ain't talkin' no cash? Oh, bye Mmm Ooh Yeah Yeah, talkin' 'bout money, he talkin' 'bout niggas, that get on my nerves (get on my nerves) Fuck around, get your whole team touched (touched), I ain't talkin' like pervs (talkin' like pervs) My bitch gon' hide the weed in her pussy (pussy), then put the strap in her purse (purse) He got the mind of a fuck nigga (fuck nigga), that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) I bring major pain, 30 to 30 Bitch, we on point, gotta stay alert If we peep his ass lurkin', a nigga get murked (bow) In a clean fit, we lay him in dirt (dirt) Like he on his period, we gon' make the pussy boy squirt blood You can have my loyalty, but gotta work for love His location on the flyer, don't make me shoot up that club, bitch (ah-oh, oh-ow) I'm down for that danger (down for that danger) Revenge in my eyes, say I'm down for some danger (down for that danger) Why the fuck you tellin' me lies? You know that shit be makin' me angry (angry) Been betrayed so many times, I swear that shit done damn near changed me (changed me) Glock .23, shoot the lights out the gym, we ball like Calvin Cambridge (Cambridge) Don't depend on a nigga for shit, bitch, you gotta learn how to save it Ain't no extendo in my glizzy if Glock brand ain't make 'em I ain't runnin' out of bullets, I took two clips and I taped 'em Yeah, talkin' 'bout money, he talkin' 'bout niggas, that get on my nerves (get on my nerves) Fuck around, get your whole team touched (touched), I ain't talkin' like pervs (talkin' like pervs) My bitch gon' hide the weed in her pussy (pussy), then put the strap in her purse (purse) He got the mind of a fuck nigga (fuck nigga), that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse Fuck nigga, you get put in a hearse Hit a fuck nigga everywhere where it hurt Fuck niggas, they get what they deserve My bitches won't fuck you, they pussy reserved You worried 'bout her, why that shit your concern? What goes around comes around and you niggas gon' learn What goes around comes around, so I gotta observe Whack a nigga, take his fuckin' chain, kill confirmed When we spin they block and pull off, we make a lot of turns Ridin' everybody dick, man, I know that lil' boy burnin' I don't fuck with leeches, if you want it, then earn it When them hitters get off them missions, I gotta thank thank 'em for they service His baby mama in my phone, playin' with that pussy, come do it in person If you spot a fuckin' opp and the cost clear, then murk him Yeah, fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (Horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Fuck nigga, that's a horrible curse (horrible curse) Yeah, talkin' 'bout money, he talkin' 'bout niggas, that get on my nerves (get on my nerves) Fuck around, get your whole team touched (touched), I ain't talkin' like pervs (talkin' like pervs) My bitch gon' hide the weed in her pussy (pussy), then put the strap in her purse (purse) He got the mind of a fuck nigga (fuck nigga), that's a horrible curse (horrible curse)