I turn my music up
I let my heart go
I pull this weed out
Make sure it’s well rolled
Bacc in middle school
Couldn’t even spell hoes
High school grew dem dreads and i ain’t chase ‘em yo

They hit my phone
You on
You make music
Told leave a n***a alone they all choosin (2x)

They took lil homie and that shit jus don’t feel write to me
I done wrote bout three songs bout them n***as strikin things
Can’t let a n***a up on me i gotta yo my heat
And yes i know that when i’m done i’ll wash it down with bleach
But i don’t wanna have to up it imma take a n***a soul
I know that’s gone damage my karma that’s down the road
C O D gone see me they know we live by the code
Mamba mentality baby i’m in my mode


I turn my music up
I let my heart go
I pull this weed out
Make sure it’s well rolled
Bacc in middle school
Couldn’t even spell hoes
High school grew dem dreads and i ain’t chase ‘em yo
They hit my phone
You on
You make music
Told leave a n***a alone they all choosin (2x)

Don’t go to fast
My whip do the dash
Just don’t crash
That gas got me off my ass
Then n***as fake uhh
Gone slide with this drake
About my cake
223 gone knocc yo face