Ain goin Lyrics

I want smoke

I don't even work backdoor no more, stick in my coat

Ever had to bust a u on police cars, shit ain't no joke

Yea, he laughing, but he broke

If they tryna hold they block down I'ma come through with my bro

Them 76 duces left him rag doll his body hit the woah

Bro had caught him in the alleyway He ran, but he was slow

We the littest in the city She might try to fuck my bro

All this shit be for entertainment, All these niggas poor

Geeked up in the spot with Glocks

Scared to send that hoe my drop

Ain't no beef yeen spint my block

Out the sunroof, had him shook

Hold on twin, just let me cook

He not gang, he Captain Hook

Catch him walking, he a rook

DB boy, crunch berry kush

Geeking off that island skunk

He not DM, he a punk

Took his gun, that nigga shrunk

In black truck with army guns

Go ask Sprat how many them K's Jumping its like four of em at once

This, right here a blunt of plane crash

I smoke that shit, that punch

Hundred thousand on my mind

I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch

What he said about my brother

Gone catch a slug about that diss

I was locked in I S S

When lil' bruh got free picked

Got my brother kicked out of school, on some street shit

Left my mask

had to squeeze my jacket When I popped out, shit had them worried

And my lil bro trigger happy pull up

Shootin' stephen curry

Hold up I chief on opp roaches till I'm fuckin' fried

To much belt to ass behind that name that them boys can't deny it

Five, five, sixes, ripped straight Through his house he thought I threw a frag

I miss my Glock 26 on God, that bitch take every mag

Hit the lagrange mall, and buy a Fit, and thank you, havin swag

I been blew my eardrum out Last month, shit made my mama mad

They don't know that I was born deaf But now I'm makin' gas

Heard he got off with a three five But that shit was ass