Afterlife
[Intro]
(It’s Tys in this bitch and we brought them packs in)
Ayo Jay, shut it down
[Chorus]
You miss yo partner you can see him in that afterlife
The sucka died we tryna creep up on the candlelight
You scared to dribble you is not no real stepper
Every time we off a sucka, swear it make me feel better
We poppin shots and been on blocks to get it on them niggas
He beefin’ while he got no crib and made his mom evict him
We watched yo soul depart from body, they lost the witness
Baby I go apeshit 50 shots and let the glocky kiss em
[Verse 1]
Ay, they lying to thеse bitches like thеy gon’ get on me
Shooting 3’s about the Jumpman fuck with presi push up on em, NBA
Ain’t never broke again, we getting paid
We taking trips to get that bag and you could catch us outta state
(So free the gang)
I seen it all and all, that suckaK
We know y’all isn’t no drillers y’all ain’t never popped a thing
So quit playin’, could die over the shit that you be sayin’
I lost my brother on some fuckshit it’s been drivin’ me insane, I’m gettin’ on
I heard the suckas dyin’ off fake Percs
I got a word, the Lord to help, please pray the thugs do 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, yea we ain’t puttin’ niggas on
Can’t lie I really hate the things I seen, it changed my head
I wanna see the sucka scream, don’t hesitate just get him gone
[Chorus]
You miss yo partner you can see him in that afterlife
The sucka died we tryna creep up on the candlelight
You scared to dribble you is not no real stepper
Every time we off a sucka, swear it make me feel better
We poppin shots and been on blocks to get it on them niggas
He beefin’ while he got no crib and made his mom evict him
We watched yo soul depart from body, they lost the witness
Baby I go apeshit 50 shots and let the glocky kiss em
[Verse 2]
Niggas talkin’ knowin’ damn well they ain’t bout shit
Made like 20 bands I’m ballin’ off a house lick, I love runnin’ up in houses
Love the ones that don’t use banks cause they keep thousands
Check the closets and the dressers, 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 for all the things we never had
I never thought I’d be this hungry I’m still eatin’ off this last
You still be slidin’ in momma’s car and gettin’ money from yo 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 got hot and bodies droppin’
Pop a 8 and slide for JoJo, speak on nun we leave you topless
Where the fuck you niggas be who love the net and always talkin’
Fuck the cameras, bitch we masked up we ain’t finna stop the ski
He with his girl then she get hit too, dont he scared to pop the bitch
Shoot him nicely with this 19 get up close and I ain’t got miss
(Ayo, Jay)
We seen him glitchin’ had his body drop and floppin’ like a fish
(Shut it down)