THROW

I'm on the road-road-road
 Always on go-go-go (graah, everything for Notti)
 I'm feelin' low-low-low (you know what the fuck goin' on)
 Pour a four-four-four (graah-graah)
 
 Bye, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
 They had a special place in my heart
 So I tried fixing them while they were breakin' me
 I learned the hard way, but I don't do it no more, thankfully
 Turned to a beast when Notti died, I told 'em, "Wait and see"
 I wasn't 'posed to make it this far, I'm talkin' racially
 So, this shit feels make-believe
 I wish lil' Notti woulda stuck with me in the streets
 I ain't ever parked a V, and I've been on the charts for weeks
 I had a vision no one seen, not even my family (not even my family)
 Music is savin' me, but I know it could end fatally (painfully)
 So I keep that .40 on my side, ain't no one tamin' me (I'ma pray for me)
 I wasn't perfect as a kid, but I still ate my greens
 I started workin' in the crib while my friends were smokin' weed
 I started doing good and got more enemies
 I keep my face up off the 'net when I be in the streets
 I know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin' straps
 Hope they don't run when the bullets gotta handle me
 (Aah!) Every opp shot
 Grrah, Mabu (grrah)
 Grrah, Mabu (like)
 Grrah, every opp shot (grrah), like
 (Grrah, gang-gang-gang, gang)
 (Grrah-graah-gang, like)
 Ayo, Mabu, throw (boom!)
 When we bend through the opps, get low
 I said, "DD, we clutchin' the cane or the pole?"
 Red light, green beam, hang out, throw
 For lil' Notti, I'm flockin'
 Catch a opp, put his life turn timeless
 Totin' the .30, I ain't totin' a rocket (brrt)
 Ddot with me for the niggas that's plottin', grrah
 Dead opps all in my blunt
 Bitch is a munch, and she ate it for fun (on bro)
 Bitch, I'm that nigga that do what I want
 Bend that ass over and wind on my gun
 Yeah, he died one time on the earth (grrah)
 Now he died two times (times)
 Put the beam to the blunt (ooh)
 I don't even smoke but feel him in my lungs
 DD got left, Mabu got right (right)
 Just know I still smoke Rite (damn, damn)
 Like, graah, graah, just know I smoke Rite (damn)
 I ain't goin' out without a fight (facts)
 I got diamonds on me, shed the light (the light)
 Your bitch callin' DD to get piped, while I'm callin' DD for the pipe
 And if brodie get stuck in a slammer (the slammer)
 Mabu gon' help beat the case (facts)
 I'm a lawyer, I always got answers (answers)
 Fuckin' bitches on the first date (damn)
 I got bitches on me, Alabama, I keep one in every other state (ha-ha)
 Bitch, I feel great
 Damn, every opp shot, nigga
 Suck my dick, like
 Graah-graah
 Gang-gang-gang