Heavy Loot

For him & his homies life a hourglass just runnin out on em

Im dior down to the floor, man would think i pray to god so much

pulled up in a 392, bitch finna kick rocks tryna roll a dutch on me

I keep lettin go of my bullets its suction cups look how they stuck to em

When i kill yo homie ima write my name in blood so a nigga know its me

They aint seen they nigga in years cuz a nigga dead, said they tired of hide & seek

My momma died it wasn't her time, got me tryna find the reaper kill em

Bro poured a 6 & i pour 4 cause we just chase 2 different feelings

Prime example he popped a jig but im sober as hell behind this tint

Tryna catch a nigga in traffic, flip the whip & leave his shit In riddles

They be signin up for the war, fly out to go kill some people don't know what they did

But they say we dumb when i chase him down fill up his wig, for the one who shot my crib