We were already checkin' out though

Why you saying you calling the police? why you mad?

Why you saying you calling the police? why you mad?

Chill aight, chill aight?

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names

He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game

Choppa' adele, love the way that pole sing

They gave him shells, he got hit from close range

Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring

Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain

All by myself, hop out when the door swing

Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh...

Tell me who you rockin' with so we can hit their block and spin it

Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin'

Crash 'bout that guap, I'm wit' it

Splash at his top and split it

Max love to hop out, hittin'

Masked up with all my villains

Nobody loved me back when I ain't have a bowl to piss in

Couldn't get no ride before I got up on this road to riches

Stuck by my lonely with this nine, don't need no co-defendant

Ain't no support, got on my grind, nobody loaned a penny.

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names

He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game

Choppa' adele, love the way that pole sing

They gave him shells, he got hit from close range

Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring

Fuck what he yell, he ain't playin', no pain

All by myself, hop out when the door swing

Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh...

I been on that paper trail, never was a school guy

Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed just like a moon pie

Hop out with that glizzy, turnin' blocks, you went just you and I

I've been screamin' "4ts," bitch, still rock with my coolidge guys

We could get it, do or die, your's or mine, set it up

We got all the switches and 'em forty-fives, hella guns

I won't drop a diss, I tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up

My brodie got hits, you know them savages ain't lettin' up.

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names

He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game

Choppa' adele, love the way that pole sing

They gave him shells, he got hit from close range

Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring

Fuck what he yell, he ain't playin', no pain

All by myself, hop out when the door swing

Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh...

Like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names

Choppa' adele, love the way that pole sing.