So thirsty, like a broke nigga at the pussy club wannabe, drinkin' water not liquor
I'm ridin' dirty, that thirty thirty, on the back seat I leave bullet flurries
I stop pop, you be buried shortly, so tell the ambulance hurry hurry
Writer(s): Britten Newbill, Brett Leland Mclaughlin, Gino Maurice Barletta, Scott Bruzenak
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