Afterlife
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It's T-Y-S in this bitch, boy, you got them packs in
Ayy, L-Tilt
Huh?
A'ight, a'ight
Shut 'em down
You miss your partner, you can see him in an afterlife
The sucker died, we tryna creep up on the candlelight
You scared to dribble, you is not no real stepper
Every time we off a sucker, swear it make me feel better, ayy
We pop his socks, submit them blocks and get it on them niggas
He beefin' while he got no crib, he made his mom a victim
We watch as salt pour from bodies, it's a lot to witness
Baby ain't gon' rape shit, fifty shots and let the Glock give kisses
Ayy, they lyin' to these bitches like they gon' get on me
Shootin' threes up out the gym, yeah, I'm
Full-court press, he push up on 'em, NBA
Ain't never broke again, we gettin' paid
We takin' trips to get that bag, you could catch us out of state
Yo, free the gang, I see y'all holdin' on, that sucker K
We know y'all isn't no real drillers
Y'all ain't never popped a thing
So quit the playin', could die over this shit that you be sayin'
I lost my brother on some fuck shit, it's been drivin' me insane
I'm gettin' on, I heard the suckers dyin' off they Percs
I gotta word though, all the athletes turn to thugs and not get hurt
Let's get it on, I'm tryna put some bodies on that shirt
Bitch, I'm from Sac where every week another body in that dirt
I know it's wrong, but too much blood been shed up in these streets
Go catch a body if you tryna make this team
Yeah, we ain't put them niggas on
Can't lie, I really hate the things I seen
They take my head, I wanna see the sucker scream
Don't hesitate, just get him gone
You miss your partner, you can see him in an afterlife
The sucker died, we tryna creep up on the candlelight
You scared to dribble, you is not no real stepper
Every time we off a sucker, swear it make me feel better, ayy
We pop his socks, submit them blocks and get it on them niggas
He beefin' while he got no crib, he made his mom a victim
We watch as salt pour from bodies, it's a lot to witness
Baby ain't gon' rape shit, fifty shots and let the Glock give kisses
Niggas talkin' knowin', damn, well, they ain't 'bout shit
Made like twenty bands, I'm ballin' off a house lick
I love runnin' up they houses, love the ones
That don't use bank 'cause they get thousands
Check the closets and the dresses
Don't miss nothin', flip the couches
Couple licks that didn't go well, I was fuckin' up a bag
We get a check and blow it all on all the things we never had
I never thought I'd be this hungry
I'm still eatin' off this last year
Still be slime, mama's car and gettin' money from your dad
You wanna beef?
Let's cook it up, I got some shit that get it poppin'
Don't be throwin' no white flags when it get hot and bodies droppin'
Pop a head, get sloppy jaw dropped
Speak on them, we'll leave you topless
Where the fuck these niggas be who love the net and always talkin'?
Fuck the cameras, bitch, he masked up, we ain't finna stop the skit
He with his girl, then she get hit too
Don't be scared to pop the bitch
Shoot him nicely with this nineteen, get up close, I'm not gon' miss
We seen him glitchin', had his body droppin', floppin' like a fish
Shut 'em down