Ain Goin' To Heaven

(álbum: Oxy & Codeine - 2021)

Ayy, ayy
Niggas talking 'bout
Nigga talking 'bout he got

Ayy, and I'm on drank, nigga, so I'm finna fly out to LA (Fly out to LA)
Yeah, new scripts in, nigga, fuck it, might fly to the A (Fly to the A)
Ayy, that nigga cuffing that ho, I'm just fucking her face (Fucking her face, yeah)
Nigga, yeah, this a new Drac', ain't no AK (Ain't no AK)
Nigga, my cup full of them meds, might be Act' (Might be Act', yeah)
Nigga shoot this way, nigga know we shooting back (We shooting back, yeah)
He ain't even be where he say, nigga, yeah they took his pass
And I'm off Roxi', nigga, riding 'round with that cash (With that cash, ayy)
Told that lil' ho block me, lil' ho making me mad (Stupid bitch)
She ain't even get my number, fucked her off the 'Gram (Dumbass ho)
My nigga, he on Oxys, he don't even pop no Xans (Pop no Xans)
I was in the H, nigga shot this way but I ain't ran (Hell nah, nigga)
We was finna hit his house up but them kids, they saved him (Lame-ass nigga)
.45 hollows hit now doctors, they can't save him (Yeah)
.45 Glock ain't got no safety, he won't make it (That nigga dead)
I been knew these niggas was hoes since I turned eight (Since I turned eight)
Bitch, I had to get up in that mode when I turned eighteen (When I turned eighteen)
Ayy, can't let no rap nigga say they made me (Ha, nah, hell no, huh)
All of these niggas, they clones, hell yeah, yeah, we made em' (Yeah, we made 'em)
Brand new Drac' hit him up on his back, now he disabled (Ha, yeah)
White plug, his name Mason, I'm rocking Margiela (Rocking Margiela)
Ayy, me and twin walked in the bank, we friends with the tellers (Friends with the teller, bitch)
My niggas, they doing fraud nigga, what they doing, ain't no telling (Ain't no telling, shit)
If we get jammed up, nigga, hell nah, ain't no telling (It ain't no tellin')
Nigga, riding with Drac's, yeah, riding with felons (Ride with some felons)
This lil' ho too basic, this ho think she special (Stupid bitch)
She knows she can get replaced, I ain't even gotta tell her (On God)
We off the Schedule II drugs, bitch, I ain't going to Heaven (Ha)

Nigga, yeah, w-we off the Schedule
We off the Schedule II drugs, nigga, ain't going to Heaven
FN hit his, uh, we ain't going to Heaven
FN hit his shit, he ain't going to Heaven
Ayy, yeah, uh-huh, straight up t-, uh-huh, uh-huh
Ayy, .45, huh, .45, nigga, hollow tip