After Life Part 3 lyrics

[Intro]
R.I.P. my dead mans
Free my n*ggas in the can
I got shorties who lost homies that's just out here for revenge
b*tch, my toolie tucked
b*tch, I'm Truey'd up, can't say sh*t to me
I'll get you whacked
Features get you taxed, can't get sh*t for free

[Verse 1]
I'm coolin' how I be coolin', I got hoes all on my di*k
They be lying like they know me, tryna pose all in my pics
Give these n*ggas a reason to hate, they be listening to my sh*t
I be doing this sh*t for y'all and I ain't gon' stop 'till I get rich, b*tch
Long ass clip, that's 30
Got a body on this b*tch, that's dirty
n*ggas say they want me dead, but I ain't worried
'Cause this .40'll turn a n*gga brains to a McFlurry
I be ridin' with this motherf*cker, flyer than a motherf*cker
Nina so friendly, have you shyer than a motherf*cker
Pop a lot of pills, I be higher than a motherf*cker
b*tch, I be outside, I ain't hiding from no motherf*cker
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
If I wasn't in the hood, I'd settle for the fame
Told broski, "I'm good, I already got a name"
I'll rather buy a chain and a Range, put some things on that b*tch
Let me sounds rang on that b*tch
Grab shorty, run a train on that b*tch
Told 'er: "I just want some brain and that's it
'Cause if you wanna f*ck, you gon' have to let gang and 'nem hit!" (Gang)
[Verse 2]
I can't take myself, man, shorty can't take me neither
And that b*tch say she don't even like n*ggas
Well, that's okay, me neither
Shorty, all that faithful sh*t for the birds, so a b*tch won't play me neither
I left with the same n*ggas that I came with 'cause if they don't wanna stay, me neither
Shorty all on my di*k 'cause I got a lot of money and I'm already knowin'
By the age of 13, I was already blowin'
By the age of 14, I was already scoring
I done seen a lot of sh*t in my lifetime
A lot of hoes, mo' b*tches than a lifetime
A lot of poles, catch you slippin' and the right time
See the light shine, face shot, b*tch, your life mine!
Right there on the floor where he lay
Told him: "Get up," but know that he can't
The way he got hit up remind me of Blake
Call that boy, the "John Doe," he can not see his face
I cannot feel my face, I be so under the influence
All of them attempts and them bodies I been doing
Braggin' 'bout sh*t that lil' Shotty 'nem been doing
b*tch, we got bodies on bodies, you been knewing
My teacher told me I wasn't gon' be sh*t 'cause I smoked too much weed
Crazy 'cause I passed her class with a B
She just didn't like me 'cause I hung in the streets
And she knew I did dirt with them n*ggas
Same n*ggas who failed her class, I was puttin' in work with them n*ggas
The nerve of you n*ggas, talkin' 'bout I ain't on sh*t
You can end up on a shirt with your n*ggas
[Verse 3]
Pillow talkin' that sh*t 'bout who better
They talkin' that sh*t, but whatever
She sucked my di*k and I swear I just met her
She wanna be my b*tch, but I swear I won't let her
'Cause I don't got time for you b*tches
And please don't put your hand out 'cause I don't have a dime for you b*tches
My nine is extended, so whoever try me gon' get it
They see me? You die with your witness
Shorty all white like Mensa
Gucci, Louie, Truey or Lay-Lay
I be going cray-cray
n*gga try to rob me for payday
Hell nah, n*gga, that sh*t Day Day
Smokin' on Day Day
I'll never stop going in like Rich Homie Quan in this b*tch
And I will never ever seen the drought
But if I go broke, somebody gon' starve in this b*tch

[Outro]
n*ggas know and b*tches know
The f*cking Guys in my f*cking eyes, still