(Geraldo Liive on the track)
I’m over my head, dog, I’m over my head
I been going loco, wanna see some people dead
I wake up and pray every day, I don’t go to the feds
I can’t fuck with niggas anyway, I’m countin’ up this bread
Yeah, you can hear my car when I put that bitch in park
I’m forever going hard and I put that shit on God
And when we shoot these guns, they sound like atomic bombs
They be like, “What the fuck? Ain’t knew he had a Grammy nom’”
I stay away from suckers, all I hang around is killers
We get in lots of trouble, told my bitch, “We late for dinner”
She was fuckin’ with a loser, told her, “Come fuck with a winner”
I’m ridin’ with that Ruger, with them five-point-sevens in it
Bitch, my diamonds dancin’ like they listening to Future
My granny died from cancer, I’m still smokin’ like I’m stupid
Bitch, I’m always good ‘cause I’m related to them shooters
Richest nigga in my hood, they treat me just like Mansa Musa
I’m over my head, dog, I’m over my head
I been going loco, wanna see some people dead
I wake up and pray every day, I don’t go to the feds
I can’t fuck with niggas anyway, I’m countin’ up this bread
I got a lot of mils, you should see the way the tread
Bitch asked me pay her bills, I told her, “Fuck up out my bed”
I’m over my head, dog, I’m over my head
I been going loco, I might make some niggas scared
Just had a ménage with two bitches, look like Nicki
I got a AR in the bottom, got a .50
I just bought a black Escalade and named it Biggie
Guess how much that I spent today? I think ‘bout sixty
Got a bad bitch, she from Holland, [?] for a fight
And I gotta hard because my pockets never lie
Don’t act like it’s a shocker ‘cause I sells pound day and night
They should call me Bob Barker ‘cause you know the price is right
And that ain’t really your bitch, she gave me head the other night
I’m locked in with my Asian hoes, sell that China white
Oh my God, she a thick little bitch, yeah, that’s my type
Soon as I whipped out my dick, she told me she afraid of heights, ayy
Niggas only good as they last song
All these fake-ass niggas, they ain’t gon’ last long
Yeah, niggas be talkin’ on they dog, but they ain’t gon’ blast, dog
I’m on them, hold my Glock like Savage, yeah, my man hung
I’m over my head, dog, I’m over my head
I been going loco, wanna see some people dead
I wake up and pray every day, I don’t go to the feds
I can’t fuck with niggas anyway, I’m countin’ up this bread
I got a lot of mils, you should see the way the tread
Bitch asked me pay her bills, I told her, “Fuck up out my bed”
I’m over my head, dog, I’m over my head
I been going loco, I might make some niggas scared (Ayy)
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