Got the numbers up now they countin on me
split his ass like divorce for the alimony
going fast like a horse how she bouncin on me
keep a saddle on me
tried to battle with me now he tryna tattle on me
new berreta not without it it got dallas on it
im a cowboy wit it hit em then i gallop off
prolly need some tylenol with how the bullets bouncin off em
bust a couple extra shots cuz the sound is awesome
songs tougher then em all from the town that im in
cookin up with sons of socrates your bound to drop a hit
tell a thot up front that i could be a slob often
ask the bitch are you gon offer me the slob often
she insist to assist call her john stockton
shawty tense need assistance crawl on top then
whacked him and left a gap i chrisean rocked him
gas mix with addy past ten im in a rocket
blastin and if i crash i repeat the process
back in the day was rizzin at religious lock ins
thats different had dick and now she livin lawless
cappin she actin christian talkin stick the cock in
thot bitches follow fast but they not stalkin
shot his whip i shatter glass call me darryl dawkins
on ten til i pipe she turn to stephen hawking
opp bitches always typing call em stephen hawking
bro got caught up with the sauce never got lost in
it don dada im the boss if i call a shot then
all the shottas know the process we got ya spot then
pull up on ya at the projects we not knocking
i was gonna fuck the thot yet she said she got kids
i aint coming to ya spot they be cock blockin
i aint funna be they father i got options
always stuck up in my thoughts yeah these halls haunt me
growin up it wasnt moms it was all aunty
so young last time i saw her called her mommy
still love cuz her problems are not beyond me
but im numb cuz em scars always gon be on me
i love drugs more than god cuz on god they got me
i pill pop like my papa he must got strong genes
still opps to get mopped up wet up the block please
licks spotted lacking stocked up no way im not dreaming
its not mariana in the trenches mobbin deep
had the glock in his locker bro brought it to the bleachers
it dropped out his pocket but they did not see
cuz im talkin improper dont mean im not thinkin
you lost in your thoughts bruh you just a zombie
i know we all want a god but we only got demons
so got damn it will jesus just call to me