LLB

I got the call, they dome check my nigga outside his crib

He died sittin' in the car, should've been clutchin' his steel

Nigga, you was out here gettin' it, touchin' a quarter of a mil

Lil' cool nigga ain't have no opps, gotta watch for broke niggas still

I told yo ass to just chill, you ain't gotta flex and show bills

I really wish you would've listened, supposed to touch you a meal

Vic called my phone, heard he probably dropped a few tears

You was just tellin' me how you was finna drop the veneers

You really fucked me up, wish we could get high smoke one more blunt

Now what we supposed to tell your daughter when she due in some months