[Intro]
(Yo-yo)
(Yo-yo, Meen, play that shit)
Gllah

[Chorus]
Like
Bro-bro went coo' so I gotta go dumber
.40 kickin’ like a punner
I gotta make it, the hood is a bummer
It could get nasty like a gutter
Sky clear but I'm still walkin' through thunder
Sky clear but I’m still walkin' through rain
If the first shot missed, I'm adjustin' my aim

[Verse]
Dear Lord, highlight my path, like
I do not know where I'm goin'
I been maintainin'
But I can't front, this is not how my life should been flowin’, like
I keep a G when I’m strollin'
Never know when I might see an opponent
One up top and the tan fully loaded, like
I be ready to click any moment (Gllah)
What happened to you? Like
You gettin’ hard to recognize
How you switched right before my eyes?
Like, damn, I was believin' 'em lies
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize
All this fake love got me hypnotized, like
If you switched up, I do not miss you
G-G2C blowin' like whistle
Bro got a FN, he be throwin’ missiles
What's the issue?
Tu-Turn the switch on, this not a regular pistol
It be too much of regular people
I'm not a regular person, I'm evil
But how you gon' live if you not?
Evil is live backwards, you forgot?
I'm in this shit by myself
At the end of the day, n***a, you on ya' own, like
Same way you was born, same way you gon' die, n***a, alone
Even twins gon' get they own casket
If I see a GD, I'm scorin' that basket
If I see a shh–, I'm scorin' that basket
I don't care if you used to shoot baskets
I don't care if you used to be homies
Whole time, all of that shit was so phony
T-TP quick to back the poley
For these n***as talkin' like they know me (Gllah)
I be spinnin' tryna get it clickin'
But these n***as swear that I don't
I'm happy, you thinkin' I don't
Send shots and get low with it, Casper the ghost (Gllah)
Send shots, like, like
It was murder she wrote
Bad-Bad bitch, murder her throat
TP for president, I got her vote
Bla-Black sheep, fuck bein' the G.O.A.T
Need my pockets fat, my pockets bloated
You switched up, duly noted
People gon' change but gold stay golden (Gllah)
Ain't from ATL but I got four pockets full, like
When I'm totin' that thing I feel so unstoppable, like
Hollows in the G, like, call it rocket fuel, like
(Hollows in the G, like, call it rocket fuel)
[Chorus]
Like
Bro-bro went coo' so I gotta go dumber
.40 kickin' like a punner
I gotta make it, the hood is a bummer
It could get nasty like a gutter
Sky clear but I'm still walkin' through thunder
Sky clear but I'm still walkin' through rain
If the first shot missed, I'm adjustin' my aim