Lyrics: James T Crawford
Music: James T Crawford
Bro, I, I just need my shit back
Like, I ain't got nothing after this
Like, that's all of it
Like, you ran away with all my coins, like Mario
If you think drugs is addictin'
I fell in love with robbin' at 13, boy, **** a jail sentence
I love the money comin' in the fastest way I can get it (What the)
Anybody try to take that from me, watch how they get it (Yeah, okgutta)
I watched a nigga brain leak out of his head and hit the ground
Ever since then I ain't never been the same
Trey pounder in my lap, I'll introduce you to the flame
I finessed a lot of people, I was juggin' for my name
If I took your brother from you, would you be in pain? (Yeah)
If they catch me slippin', I'm chargin' that to the game (Uh-huh)
Standard inside the Smitty will splatter your brains (Yeah)
Glocks come in from the bity, I put them to pain (Yeah)
We got dirty ratchets comin' in from Philly (Uh-huh)
Send me a set up, bitch, I'm cuttin' off her titties (Yeah, I'm cuttin')
I still got drugs I didn't flip yet (Nah)
A hundred thousand Xanax sittin' under my desk, yeah
Got dirty money I ain't clean yet
Them niggas sayin' they gone get me, I ain't seen yet, yeah
I think he lucid off the Xanax
'Cause when I seen him he was actin' like it wasn't that
The real O-baby, AKA the real grim reaper
Give me your ****in' soul, nigga
Yeah, okgutta
Ask anybody buyin' drugs, I done served everybody
Ask anybody sellin' drugs, I'll finesse anybody, yeah
Ask anybody in the 570 that's doin' anything illegal, they would know about me, yeah
Go ask your best friend
Call him over FaceTime, I bet I took the niggas pole up off him, yeah
We was strikin' cars
We hit a truck in 2020 and we took a gen three from out it, yeah
I don't know whose it was
It was dismantled in the Susquehanna by the time the police found it, yeah
I grew up in the boondocks
It's easier to drag you in the woods and give you headshots (It's easier), yeah
We takin' rides down old route fifteen with bodies in the trunk
Tryna see where to drop them, yeah
And my brother hittin' JPM Road with two top floor niggas we took hostage (Yeah)
And one of them be makin' videos
We gone make a snuff film on his camera like a videographer
Ayy Gutta, bro, I just need my shit back like
I-I didn't think it would come to this, bro
Like, I don't know, I didn't think I did you wrong like that