Don't Wanna Do It

I was on the utter when I slowed down because it’s more to come
Nigga was talking down, but calling me now, I can’t pick up the phone
Before I leave the house I don’t do it but I gotta grab my gun
Before I leave the house I don’t do it but I gotta grab my gun
Fourteen I been traumatized, that’s the year I lost the one
Turned into a Fairly OddParent, this blicky be my wand
Point at you, you disappear, including my teeth
I got a quarter mill' from ear to ear
I’m up in my Wraith, ain’t takin' nothin' less than six figures
Cleaning up my circle, think I’m down, I’m down to six niggas
She thought it was cooler on the other side, she switched pillows
Trappin' out road in the house, I been runnin' with a lil' Phillipe
Ain’t nobody caught nobody but they all killers
Help you if you go down, I’ma take the fall with you
Spend some, have to save it, you can’t take it all with you
But you can leave it to your kids, I’ll never do another bih, I’m just tryna do
it big
I’m keeping my composure, ain’t no nigga out here gon' make me run
I told you that was in my bag, I let that bih know I’m shootin' my gun
Death before dishonor, I’m taking that, yeah, this young nigga goin'
The sun slowin' the so I can shine but I went through the storm
I got niggas in the hood active, and they gotta think 'bout what they on
I’m rappin', people think I’m gone, I’m workin', I barely sleep at home
Cartier hittin' on my arm, white and rose, I look two tone
I’m maintainin' my image so everyday I gotta put that drip on
Flicking through my closet, my blicky
See, in gang you can’t be in the hood and broke, it’ll make you get on
If they heard you got them bands, I guarantee they put no sticks on
Shit crazy, they ain’t care, the ones you love be the ones that flip on you
Somebody told me 'bout my life, so why would they their clip on me?
They seen the more that I ain’t fucked up, they can’t wait to hear I slipped
I’m a hot boy from the block, all I know is bust out and rip
I’m tryna motivate niggas out here with my songs, I’m gettin' tipsy
I was on the utter when I slowed down because it’s more to come
Nigga was talking down, but calling me now, I can’t pick up the phone
Before I leave the house I don’t do it but I gotta grab my gun
Before I leave the house I don’t do it but I gotta grab my gun
Fourteen I been traumatized, that’s the year I lost the one
Turned into a Fairly OddParent, this blicky be my one
Point at you, you disappear, including my teeth
I got a quarter mill' from ear to ear