text: Yeah
  Can you forgive me for my sins? 
  I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend 
  I dont fake niggas, I dont need friends 
  I shoot a pussy nigga at the fuckin end 
  End of the gun lyin a bitch nigga 
  At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga 
  Dont show no love, got a cold heart 
  Shoot you in your face, I show you you aint hard 
  I heard a lotta niggas say that they up, huh? 
  You know Slimeball, he dont give a fuck, yeah 
  I be up in my fuckin own lane 
  You come up in my lane, I put you in the dummy lane 
  Crash dummy 
  Crash niggas, uh
  I got young niggas that pull up, theyll smash, nigga 
  You got ten thousand to your namе, that aint no money, nigga 
  I put two thousand on your head, my shooters comin, nigga 
  They love money, nigga, youngin love dumpin, nigga 
  That young nigga, they got that high fever 
  Got that fever on this side, better believe, bruh 
  Got that gun on his side, he gon squeeze, bruh 
  How a nigga duck and hide when he see us 
  They dont wanna be bruh 
  When it come to money, man, I know that they dont see us 
  We gettin to money, dawg, these niggas dont wanna be broke 
  They dont wanna be broke 
  Yall niggas better believe, bruh 
  Them niggas killin shit, yeah, over here, nigga 
  East Atlanta, you know we dont have no fear, nigga 
  Nothin but rich niggas round here, well get your ass killed, nigga 
  Uh-huh 
  Can you forgive me for my sins? 
  I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend 
  I dont fake niggas, I dont need friends 
  I shoot a pussy nigga at the fuckin end 
  End of the gun lyin a bitch nigga 
  At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga 
  Dont show no love, got a cold heart 
  Shoot you in your face, I show you you aint hard 
  We dont do that fake rap shit, real trap shit 
  We dont do that fake beef shit, we make shit happen 
  Niggas gettin really wrapped up, no rap shit 
  Round here, you better tote the gun, nigga, clap shit 
  Young nigga seventeen, Glock 19 
  And it got a red beam and he got that red bandana round his head
  Murder always on his mind
  And he bangin two guns, murder all the time 
  Smoke somethin 
  Young nigga, roll up 
  On the block where they post up 
  J out here geekin, doin a hold-up, uh-huh 
  Tell your bitch to hold up 
  Im gettin some money right now, bitch, I dont wanna fuck 
  Catch me later on that Perc, I be geeked up 
  Out my mind, yeah, bitch, Ima beat you up, 
  Bring a freak to the spot, you can eat her up , uh-huh
  Hoes do what you do when you tell em to cause youre up
  Ooh, that whats up 
  Found out when I got that money when I got up 
  Can you forgive me for my sins? 
  I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend 
  I dont fake niggas, I dont need friends 
  I shoot a pussy nigga at the fuckin end 
  End of the gun lyin a bitch nigga 
  At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga 
  Dont show no love, got a cold heart 
  Shoot you in your face, I show you you aint hard 
  Haha
  Knock that clip in with the bread