This is a song about "Me and my nigga"

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

And if u think im lying then nigga please just try me

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,