Front 2 Back Side 2 Side - wifisfuneral

That hoe can hate me, but she need me

Baby I’m still dead, I’m still not breathin'

Ion' need the ten, I need that PT

Posin' for the why I gotta stop it, pop it, okay now im geekin'

back to back wit' all my cane enable tip

But I could never cross my brothers and my bloodline ain’t no bitch

I was crusin' through the six

Hundred racks Ashley twins

Red pill, blue pill, it feel too real, I was ripped right off the rip

Left his soul out in the wind, I bet you never see him again

Who that boy right there?

A bitch

I can feel my face numb

Okay, that must be the drink talkin', I was in a great mood

Now I’m still the same fuckin'-

Drop it down like like that, damnit I know that you know that feelin'

I just had it, quit the percocet, do you feel me?

Cuts on my wrist from the cuban when it’s gleemin' hoe, hope you see it

Pop the

Cuts on my wrist from the cuban when you see it, hope you see it

Pop the

Front to back, side to side

Two sticks in my system when I ride

I just put a six inside my sprite now I feel crucified

That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme

Hit it from the back, I’m breaking vertebrates, I’m in the spine

Diamonds lucky charms, I’m lookin like lil' flip up in his prime

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

Front to back, side to side

Two sticks in my system when I ride

I just put a six inside my sprite now I feel crucified

That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme

Hit it from the back, I’m breaking vertebrates, I’m in the spine

Diamonds lucky charms, I’m lookin like lil' flip up in his prime

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

Yeah that hoe hate me, but she need me

Baby I’m still talkin' to the dead no no ouija

Two pills got me lifted up

Rest in peace to my nigga Paps, we used to ride around with the semi tucked

By my agent, come and get you one (yeah)

Fast track, I’m ridin' with a .45

Seein' all the blood in my eye

Cut the real from the fake, no disguise

And I poured up a 8, that’s straight rock

Okay, like claim me when it’s smoke but I’m outside he don’t see me

I just put some inside my juice, it look like peach tea

I just count these racks and smoke all ops, I do this weekly

Car go zoom, bad bitch ooo, I need two, but don’t sip 2's

Me and my gang, we makin' all the rules

And I gotta aim till the deadman shoot

You couldn’t walk inside of my shoes

Enemies down, but it ain’t nothin' new

Front to back, side to side

Two sticks in my system when I ride

I just put a six inside my sprite now I feel crucified

That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme

Hit it from the back, I’m breaking vertebrates, I’m in the spine

Diamonds lucky charms, I’m lookin like lil' flip up in his prime

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

Front to back, side to side

Two sticks in my system when I ride

I just put a six inside my sprite now I feel crucified

That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme

Hit it from the back, I’m breaking vertebrates, I’m in the spine

Diamonds lucky charms, I’m lookin like lil' flip up in his prime

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down