Outta sight and outta mind
The choppa with me all the time
She ain’t even got nobody, he ain’t even got nobody
We ain’t even got no (Ooh-ooh)
Say so much the feds watchin’
He take Percs for long time, I think that the meds talkin’
He be takin’ Fentanyl
He ain’t see the stick on me
Two bad bitches lip lockin’
He got killed in self parkin’
I still have the scale on me
He tried to go to jail for me
Big revolver, Hell Boy
Niggas broke, his buddies talkin’
He ain’t see that choppa on me
And that choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
The choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
The choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
The choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
She just wanna rampage, I just want some head, hmm
He keep postin’ his dead man, he ain’t slide, then we don’t care, hmm
He hidin’, he on some fed shit, nigga keep on sayin’ shit
Locked for car jackin’ ’cause he put the car on Craiglist
We gon’ spin ’em, spin ’em, spin ’em
You goin’ down if you wit’ ’em
Told my bitch make a fake page just to set up one of them niggas
He kept talkin’ on Twitter, I told him he was gon’ die soon
Hugged his mother at the funeral, slammed his best friend from his high school
She ain’t fuck but she want Chanel, go to hell, not cool
Xans servin’ out services since I was 15 with my scale out
Take a nigga down for everything, rob him for everything, a large amount
The streets said you could snake yo’ own brother, but you don’t count
Fentanyl
He ain’t see the stick on me
Two bad bitches lip lockin’
He got killed in self parkin’
I still have the scale on me
He tried to go to jail for me
Big revolver, Hell Boy
Niggas broke, his buddies talkin’
He ain’t see that choppa on me
And that choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
The choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
The choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
The choppa on me, choppa on me, he ain’t see it
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