Not Done

(album: 11241 Wayburn - 2018)

If I died today, they'd bury me in San Juan
Wheats on my shirt, saying free dunk
A dub is a dub, they gave my nigga his in months
All slurring off mud, don't look at me, I'm still the youngest
Black TM stopping both, five phones jumping
Four niggas clutching both deuces on busting
Like just start shit since twelve been thugging
My bitch just called, bro, ignore her till tomorrow
My dick in eight iPhone need charge
2017 was who's, 2018 ours
Left home wearing shoes, came home wearing drawers
Get five wearing blues, acting like its Ralph Lauren
Came home thinking blues, but it's all about the oranges
I mean, you could tell how we move, we lean

Can't fuck with a nigga, hey
I'm stuck with my niggas, I never change
Fuck, they're not my niggas name, you was never gang in my heart
Keep at least a dub inside of my car
Kill or be killed, my dog just touched it
Really did real
Fuck how a nigga feel
On some gang shit, keep on hanging with my options
Know I paint shit, I done heard it all, ay
I been serving door
Ay and we don't fuck with fake niggas, or hate niggas
I could keep on for eight minutes
They just gave my nigga ten on a late sentence
I should probably drop a Benz just to play in it

Ay, I'm the young nigga you heard about
The reason you'll be swerving out
Teli but we got one, keep em comin I am not done
I know she want a nigga like me
But when I'm gone is she gonna write me?
Probably not, reason why nobody got enough
I know a lot but I keep it in
Shout out the machs, we gonna eat for him
Nigga steady mention straps down I'll keep with them
And this shit crazy, can't let 'em lace me
Her crow woke up in the AC
I got niggas milling sixty
This is not from AZ
Cookie boast who ate a piece
Fuck whoever hate the East
I keep hearing drop some heat, what you niggas got for me?
Tell 'em length of cop for me
I'ma turn em up
Nigga, you can't fuck with me
If you don't fuck with us