Not A Fien Lyrics

Pour me up, I think about crashing off that lean

I been smoking all this dope, they think my mama raised a fiend

Don't give no fuck, I hop out trippin' with this glock I leave a scene

Say he want smoke, we knock him out his jeans

She fuckin' off that purk, you know she green

Catch me with my bros, hop out black truck like the A-team

My Glock like Whitney, when I shoot this bitch , here start the sing

I never miss, I always hit, boy, I got zero ping

Good gas, got my eyes low like I'm from Beijing

That's that good gas, that good gas, that have you on your ass

I know that he ain't livin' right, cause he can't live without his mask

They say I'm trippin', but I been tryna flip this bag

I see 12, they on my tag, fuck the law, I do the dash

No, no, I don't give no fuck

If I see your fye lil' nigga, I swear you better keep it tuck

I'm with my big dogs in this bitch no we don't hang around no pups

I don't fuck with no opp hoe, you with him, you get shot up

This on my life, yo ahh get wet up

Can't go down, no, you can't set me up

If it's up, it's stuck

If I catch your ass, you better not buck

Better not buck , you better not buck

Uh-huh, you out of luck, I swear

Yeah, I don't take no meds

Hockey mask up on my face, I'm crashin' out, all I see is red

If you think I'm goin' out like a ho, I swear to God, you dumb as hell

He got hit up with this mac, fat boy, he love them shells

Fuck the county, they can't hold me in that cell

Man, fuck them niggas who ain't stay down

When I go up, you gon' tell

I was up late night tryna make a sale

Need that pape to hit my Zelle

I got good gas, hit my cell

You ring too much, I just might yell

They think I'm tweakin', though

She think I'm trippin', but I ain't tweakin', hoe

I know I'm high as fuck, lil' bitch, but I ain't fuckin' slow

I send my bitch to get y'all low

I up this gen, then let it blow

I up this gen, then let it blow