(prod. @prodlj & @killslayerx)

catching u slipping i swear u capping
talking that shit say u get them racks in
i done fucked ur bitch i swear it happened
sorry bro u loose u slacking
smoking on mid u smoking trash and
i’m dolo mode so now i’m laughing
chopper can talk i swear he smacking
do u want war my bro he packing
number nine jeans i swear they sagging
switch it up clean i’m rockin the lang and
i be so cold i think it’s the trams and
i pop a perc she post for the gram and
she gave u a kiss say i love u hampi
bro u so fake i treat u like family

i don’t give a fuck i’m all by myself
i did this all me need nobody else
laugh to the bank i go by myself
i can not trust never again
made it this far don’t want no friend
who want to talk, talk to the hand
i’m going away, i’m nodding again
nothing for me, got nothing to gain
like number nine, i only feel pain
i can not love, it fuck with my brain

Capping (prod. Lj x Slayer)

hampi!