I can't stay away from the exotic i need it to live give me 2 perks and zip ill disappear like the first Ant Viv if a nigga around me that nigga most likely suicidal i don't need your location i paid the nigga sitting beside you that nigga you say twin too i swear the homie on my side he tell me everything you do you don't come outside and you always lose your gun whenever its time too go ride and when niggas see a opp you go back inside to hide on you a fraud when you don't get your way you act like a broad get on ex and cry all night in a honda accord no drugs you in your feelings looking for a plug when the bottom line is faggot boy you a dub ive been in my bag since i first started traveling your heart not cold and your conscience unraveling meanwhile im scavenging to prove a point and all i bought is a new glock and a couple joints i be damn i get called out by this bama your boy was blowing gas before bmf tookover Atlanta until im dead my kids gone know im santa in a hotel with a bitch some gas 4 percs and a fanta