[Intro: YTB Fatt]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Uh, uh
(T-t-turn me up, 5)
Uh, psst, uh
Fsst, uh
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I talked to bro, he said it lookin' bad for him
This a new number, they tapped the last phone
Last time I talked to Freddy, he said he was lookin' for Quent
But me not knowin' the neck shot that's all he had for him
I talked to [?], she say Plank need the lawyers
This the lady floor I slept on, so she know I'm on it
Key roll around, he keep this shit in order
Ms. Daisha still call like, "Who killed my lil' boy?"
It's just like, I be cryin' every time I talk to cuz 'cause
Like, only thing I can think about is the last time me seein' him, like he killed cuz, so
That's the only thing I replay in my mind, but I be tryna shake it, though
[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Lil Ye, back in the feds, five K to iPhone him
Tell the niggas no a couple times, they get to plottin' on you
Wish I would've picked up for Lil Marc when he was callin' me
On the road to riches, I tried to wait, but you was stallin' me
Tryna shake the devil, when I lay up, he keep followin' me
If I make this free throw, I'm probably goin' to jail
If I miss this free throw, I'm probably goin' to hell
Bruh get caught with that switch, he probably gon' tell
Since Joe got picked up by that officer, I'm sorry that we don't talk that much
I just wanted to be like Big Choppa, MC, and Kaylo
I'ma finesse a nigga for guns, actin' like we threw a Draco
Niggas ain't followin' you, bruh, you just in they way, though
How you worried about me followin' you? I was just with you the other day, though
'Cause you know what it is with us, we just want them to know what it is with us
'Cause what it is with us ain't something that they know
I was tryna show love, them niggas picked money over loyalty
How you let that buy you?
BP Escalade cost more if you bulletproof the tires
[?] had a stroke in front of my sister, he couldn't talk from it
Nigga shot my dog, thank God he ain't die, he just walk funny
[Verse 3: YTB Fatt]
Gave my nigga a hundred-fifty, he can't even talk from it, uh
Message to the other side, you bitches know I ain't goin'
And I feel it in the air when they took my titi
And where I'm from, if they can't get up with ya, they'll hit your titi
Bronem say keep goin', my nigga comin' home
Never mind, I searched your name, it say, "2043," uh
I was a hundred deep comin' in this rap shit
Now when I look up, man, it's just six smackers around me
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, uh
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, uh
Took a piss, told Auto, "Watch my back," they knocked him off
His daddy think I'm playin' parts in it
I gave CB ten thousand before he died, went up the street, it was rapid fire, but a nigga died who played [?]
Rest in piss
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, uh
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it
[Verse 4: Rylo Rodriguez]
At the gambling house where Lil Bill got whacked
When Lids closed, lil' bruh 'nem still got hats
My nigga mama don't answer the phone, she say we the reason that he dead
I'm tryna see what make her feel like that
Shit got me fucked up when one of my day one niggas took the stand
Like, bruh, you told, you gotta own that shit (Damn)
How you gon' front like I don't love you? You be askin' me for money, but I can't 'cause I don't condone in that shit
I was speedin' on the backstreet
Homi', like a ski mask, pulled it down, catch a homi'
Don't treat no dog ho like she a top ten dime piece
I be so low, I need Percs and Dasani
You remember we used to fuck at your auntie's?
[?] junkie, to scratch your name off the codeine
Catchin' felonies on probation, [?]
We on the same team, so why you hatin' off the lineup?
