[intro]
Nito, what up my nigga?
Nito
[verse 1]
They need to free my brother rico
Popped a couple pills, don’t know where i might end up
She don’t know where i hide my pain, watch me fill the cup up
Two many many bad bitches, i might start getting hot
My life ain’t holy, but i’m still rocking dior’s
I been doing my thing, thay can’t fuck with me no
My brother just got done selling out arenas
If nai wasn’t droy best friend, man i swear i would’ve pushed her weave back (nigga yeah)
I sold millions, now it’s time for me to start selling out arenas
Check out my studio, it’s filled with plaques
This choppa make a nigga dance ain’t talking tiktok
Hollow tips hit his top made his shit lock
Spinning through they section like it’s nothing got the blick cocked
Them niggas ain’t never sliding for they bro all that shit getting mocked
I ain’t talking nike but i stay with a tec
Hand my bro the blick i know he gone blow that bitch back
These niggas know i still walk around with that sack
The way how gucci drilling you would’ve thought he be hacking
I could’ve been off the lean and i ain’t capping
Them niggas say they got hats they just be lying
They say they gon catch me but know i ain’t dying
Take a jet to the fashion and we steady flying
Told my niggas don’t worry we still sliding
Ain’t no peace in the field, we ain’t even trying
My bro telling niggas about the place where that rat die
Lord knows his time was due
We shot that nigga in his face with no mask too
[chorus]
I’m smoking k2
I stay with that strong pack
I say who is you
[verse 2]
Was up in the parish smoking k2
Wondering how i was still seeing my brother behind bars
We would smoke you in front ya security like ole dude
His security just sat there and let his time die through
Them bodies dropping back to back that’s a red line
Them niggas know they ain’t safe they steady dying
Catch a jet down florida we know that bitch safe
All this money i done made, i done copped the new wraith
Yall ain’t gon never get out the streets you niggas broke
I been up and i’m still doing dope
Shit ain’t gon change me, pray the feds don’t build a case on me
Know my guardian angel watching over me at all times
See them killers around me they be my slimes
Fuck the opps they all chose the wrong sides
Jump in the rolls i jumped of a plane
Swerving the charger i’m still ducking cams
Till this day i’m still doing the race on the feds
[outro]
They need to free my brother rico
Popped a couple pills, don’t know where i might end up
She don’t know where i hide my pain, watch me fill the cup up
Two many many bad bitches, i might start getting hot
My life ain’t holy, but i’m still rocking dior’s
I been doing my thing, thay can’t fuck with me no