I-95 Lyrics

Hold on, let me...

Do it

Yeah, do it

You just don't know how to fight

I lost my baby, then I lost my dog

I lost my feelings for these bitches

Get some pussy, then I cut them off

They say it's beef, I cut the pressure off

When They say it's beef, I be posting in the club with my necklace on

I 95, right off 69, I'm getting on

Little bro trying to slide, fuck the other side, they pissed him off

They popping fake perks mixed with fentanyl

I be praying for my niggas, hope they make it home

And I be praying, homie, catch him, he gon' crack a stone

Brody just got off a drill, just caught a body, we on 64

I could tell you about some shit that you ain't never know

But I'm not, I focus on the Gwap Im tryna up the sco

Fuck them niggas, man, they haters, they ain't opposite, they ain't been shot before

Body bags and choppers like the money, that shit on the floor

No, I'm not getting a drop, that's a give and go

We balling bros like Shaquille Cole

My main man turned into a cow

The other one turned to Curtis Blow, nigga

And my other homies sold his soul

The mafia, that's all I know

From 7-0 to 54, nigga

I swear to God, my oppies from dope business

My son went KTB, the way I cut his throat, nigga

I lost my baby, then I lost my dog

I lost my feelings for these bitches

Get some pussy, then I cut them off

They say it's beef, I cut the pressure on

When they say it's beef, I be posting in the club with my necklace on

I-95, right off 69 im getting on

Little bro trying to slide, fuck the other side, they pissed them off

They popping fake perks mixed with fentanyl

I be praying for my niggas, hope they make it home