Way Down (feat. Kilo 5antana)

Where was everybody On the way Down Niggas always wanna Ride your wave now Before I got this change You never came round I done came up I see the change now Where was everybody Pussy nigga Where that Fade at Where the change at White girl But the cash green Nigga Straight facts Homicide Knocking at my door I don't know shit Dumb bitch Stressing on my phone Bout some old shit Old shit Ain't got no discussion For no old bitch Four-fifth I'm on 45 With my four-fifth Dro spliffs Still send little bro To take them store trips Walk around With the pole Cuz I got beef On old shit Santana with me He ain't Strumming no guitar On percussion Drum 100 Make a martyr Out a star Hustletown Texas Go and get it When it's tough I always Give these fools the business But I never give a fuck In the Trey On a bunch of beans I done sold A ton of trees 50 blocks In a trash bag Boxed at doubletree High power flexin Selling Anything that profits Fuck around And sell a dream To ease the pressure On my pockets Yeah But you know The pressure It can't stop us I got gas bags landin This one From the tropics 20 different Bitches texting 20 different topics Walk around James Harden That's a little rocket Faithful To the hustle Never rest Marathoning Cheated death Bullet in my chest How you finna stop em TDC Kept them creases In my icy whites Southmore And Dowling block Rarely Was it quiet nights Niggas just Ain't vibin right Confused Like fire Ice I don't fuck with Rodents Not no rats Or any kind of mice I done been in Uh Plenty different fights Gun fight Knife fight Any time Of night Any time Of day Hop out SK Pop pop AK My little nigga beat another case My nigga Bought another K My little shooter Catch another case Put it In your face Slide around With them throwaways Little bro on the way Hop out Glocks out 100 shots out Ride around With them chops out Yeah Turn a nigga shirt To a crop-top Yeah Turn a nigga car To a drop-top All my eses Bout dat warfare You can Call them aztecs You ain't got the drive You ain't wrecked You ain't crashed shit Devil on my shoulder Got me sinning With your main hoe Competition Fierce as fuck in the gutta (That's my stain bro!) Used to have a chain A nigga Let my chain go I never ever Cut no corners I stay conscious Of the angles Heaven From the bottom Yeah I'm walking With the angels Cowboys Bands on ur head Like a kangol M-D-M-A connoisseur On extacy I turned her out She popping 3 3 more In her booty I'm a work her out I know That's gone turn her out, it's crazy, I just want some head I know that's gone run her hot Kicked the bitch out the spot Switching up the spot Now it's a trap spot Arm in the pot, yeah, and I'm selling hard rock Beating on the door, yeah, trying to get this pack out Feel like Jeremy Scott, came with the wings On the winning team, bitch what you mean And we riding around too, sipping clean lean Glock came with the beam Where was everybody On the way down Niggas always wanna ride your wave now Before I got this change you never came round I done came up I see the change now