(Hood- Hoodrixh) (Huh, huh, huh) If I take another one down, I’ma be dead for a minute but, I’ma shake back right Beepin’ sounds, I’m just tryna come back to life, I do this shit every night And every day, I wish it was every night ‘cause I don’t hit the bottle ‘til 5 Tryna go see a model at 9, she hate when I’m drunk than a skunk and higher than high I can probably tell you why these niggas want me to die I couldn’t tell you why my slime crashed out over pussy, that’s lowkey like crossin’ a line That’s lowkey like droppin’ the dime It’s givin’ that you would rat yo’ brothers out for the time It’s givin’ that you would take noodles off yo’ brother plate if you lost yo’ lil’ spot in the line Can’t trust none of what these hoes say, none of what these niggas do Can’t shoot back if I shoot first, leave that boy blacker than blue Can’t trust none of what these hoes say Why she on yo’ mind when you gettin’ paid? I flip the script, this a whole different play Somethin’ like Romeo and Juliet But it’s Don boy with whoever’s hoe, with a bottle of Don Julio Better watch ya’ hoe ‘cause she’s choosin’ up All it took was Reposado and some slick talk, she was cool as **** Blick talk, stick talk, big bro crip walk to this stuff I’m ‘bout that money talk, oh, you mad, pissed off, and you think that I give a ****? You ain’t tryna shoot, tryna fight, band for band, I stay doin’ my biggest one If you don’t see me with the big gun, I’m hidin’ a bigger gun I done had 4, 5, 6 figures, son, so why them white folks still call me nigga, huh? Like I ain’t richer than them I’ma be dead for a minute but, I’ma shake back right Beepin’ sounds, I’m just tryna come back to life, I do this shit every night And every day, I wish it was every night 'cause I don’t hit the bottle ‘til 5 Tryna go see a model at 9, she hate when I’m drunk than a skunk and higher than high I can probably tell you why these niggas want me to die I couldn’t tell you why my slime crashed out over pussy, that’s lowkey like crossin’ a line That’s lowkey like droppin’ the dime It’s givin’ that you would rat yo’ brothers out for the time It’s givin’ that you would take noodles off yo’ brother plate if you lost yo’ lil’ spot in the line (This is trap music, bitch) (Real trap shit)