Tiller

I've been rockin' by my lonely niggas, like to switch up

Put that bitch right to his neck, like he got some hiccups

Gotta keep my head down, it's gettin' hard to look up

She say she don't feel her body when she off the liquor

Crazy, I don't hold no hands, so tell her friends to come and get her

You can call me anything in the world, I'm still a rich lil' nigga

He think that he can't die, cause his gun's a lil' fuckin' bigger

Fuck it, we gon' prove you wrong

Walkin' down that block, you just might die, you got your hoodie on

Bitch, I earned my stripes, so all my life, I don't care what he on