I’m addicted to choppers and long nights, devil on sight
Said he don’t want me living the long life, but he wrong right
I know niggas be mad as shit, we gon’ run up a bag, split it in half
Can’t fuck up no packages, you shot my cousin bring no bandages
You left me hanging wasn’t mad you switched
And that was the saddest
They got the federally tryna ask me shit
I get low and I’m passing
Got it now situation got the back and grips
Throwing bullets like Madden we hit a touchdown on your block it’s lit
Did him dirty for capping, no we don’t care what you jacking
You in a wrong move that’s a classic
Came with a long clip everlasting
Marry money I’m in love with the cashing
Blue hundreds think I find them attractive.