Filled with Doubt Lyrics

Grown man talking shit, he get Blicked, taught mans to pipe down

How you acting big in front the Kids but shy when i come round

Drifty dumped a clip now on the News they said he shot down

Fucked wit gang what happened now

10 guns 9 rounds 8 opps 7 found 6 Sead 5 clowns RIP when that gun sounds

We loading up and hopping out

My bih kitty wet his inna drought

He talking shit just for the clout

I hear him talk im filled wit doubt

We on his block he switched the route

How you faking gng what's that about

Hop out the coupe and air it out

We smoking fire you smoking shit

Extended clips set on the sticks

The huge mags we call em dicks

Shoot him in the hip he do the splits

We not friendly we love our blicks

10 guns 9 rounds 8 opps 7 found 6 dead 5 clowns RIP when that gun sounds

We loading up and hopping out

My bih kitty wet his inna drought

He talking shit just for the clout

I hear him talk im filled wit doubt

Cuz he not bout it uh

I've bout had it uh

All the cap rapping uh

Gang but not strapping uh

Grew up wit no mattress uh

Smoking straight cat piss uh

Y'all could not have this uh

Y'all could not have it yuh

Grew up wit my twin like ferb

Showed up now his face on the curb

Drunk in my coupe i swerve

Don't know the rules betta learn

Oh shit the mood it turned

I got my strap concerned

Peeping around the block be turned

I guess that means he learned

10 guns 9 rounds 8 opps 7 found 6 dead 5 clowns RIP when that gun sounds

Bullets meet his skull like a connection to wifi

We run up in his crib no need to do a drive by

2 steppin in this hoe smooth asf when i walk by

Cut his circulation off just like we a zip tie

Coming to my hood and there's high chance that you might die

I've caught so many bodies i would ask why would you try

If you suicidal then come back and you could fly

Been shooting since a youngin so my aim on point

Dumped a clip whole time was rolling a joint

I decide who i kill by a flip of a coin

Either your fatha or your motha

Your sista or ya brotha

Sink one ya covers

Cause hella raged built up

Ever since i got a nine it's like my luck been up

I started rapping bout the shit i do Now i got a bentley truck

I'm too high to give a fuck

I'm too high to give a shit

Sink a few into the kid

This what ragers never did

I guess that makes me different

I mean shit who am i

Who the fuck am i kidding