Bodies in the whip and i'm riding with the top back
Bodies in the whip and i'm riding with the top back
Bodies in the whip and i'm riding with the top back
Bodies in the whip and i'm riding with the top back
Gang Loc'd to the brain
All about my grind money ain't a thing
Gang Loc'd to the brain
All about my grind money ain't a thing
I be nodding off them drugs, trying to text the plug to get another re up
I don't ever wanna be sober, smoking on the gas that's the life of a stoner
And i'm riding with my pockets full of pharmaceuticals, tonight is my funeral
Dead, voices in my head, rolling up the dope, eyes turning red
Say hello to Mr. Hyde, locked and loaded and somebody's gonma die
Say you trapping, that's a motherf*cking lie, the only time you bout that gangster shit is when you on the mic
I be stacking up my paper, everything i do is major
I be stacking up the bodies too, the way I'm feeling now, it ain't no telling what I'm bout to do!
Bodies in the whip and I'm riding with the top back
Bodies in the whip and I'm riding with the top back
Bodies in the whip and I'm riding with the top back
Bodies in the whip and I'm riding with the top back
Gang Loc'd to the brain
All about my grind money ain't a thang whoa
Gang Loc'd to the brain
All about my grind money ain't a thang whoa