Got some favor on me Don't cross the line, talkin' bout I got some favor on me Don't cross the line (Whole, whole, whole squad) My-my woadie keep that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker (Bitch) My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker (Well alright) My woadie got that ratchet My woadie got that ratchet (Bitch) Yeah, outside baby it's a arm race Baby it's a 10-4 Baby it's a: Can you hit me back? Yeah Down side, baby it's a warm day Swing around the North Coast Baby it's a: Can you hit me back? (Bitch) My demons hit me back like every time when I was drunk My demons hit me back like every time when I was slumped (My bad) My demons ain't relaxing, I ain't relaxed but I'm in charge He know I keep that ratchet He know I keep that ratchet My-my woadie keep that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker My woadie got that ratchet My woadie got that ratchet (Whole squad) I got some favor on me Don't cross the line, talkin' bout I got some favor on me Don't cross the line (Uh) My nigga brought it back, he can't relax but on the bars My nigga brought it back, he can't relax but on the bars My nigga brought it back, he can't relax but on the bars He know I got the ratchet I know he got the ratchet Okay, okay, if you don't fuck with me then get the fuck And stay the fuck from 'round The world done fucked me up Tell me what's the play 'cause you know I'm down Ratchet on my side, hope I'm making Juicy J proud And I know my way 'round That trigger slide on niggas like playgrounds Okay now, God a funny nigga How I'm conscious that I lost my conscious? Got the 30 on me, he got the 32 All my niggas look like Magic Johnson Brought my little partner, had the Magnum on him Way before he ever had to buy a condom If he buy a condom, it's to fuck the world She done screwed a lot of niggas at the bottom We was kids hittin' backflips on the pissy ass mattresses Practicin' the flower, way before I blacked the swig Knocking wheels off axis' Act as if we fine, pour a cup of that Activis I could've been me a activist We see them acts of crime, ended up as a catalyst For all the motherfuckin' madness' Shattering my mind Dark times my nigga We was s'pposed to be the light bearers When my partner died, I ain't even had time to cry I was in mourning havin' night terrors And I never addressed it, I don't write letters Once you get to grieving, you a goner I ain't pussy, push me if you wanna See if my lil' woadie keep it on 'em (Lil' bitch my woadie) I got some favors on me Don't cross the line, talkin' bout I got some favors on me Don't cross the line My-my woadie keep that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker My woadie got that ratchet My woadie got that ratchet Bitch My woadie, might kill a motherfucker My woadie, might kill a motherfucker My woadie, might kill a motherfucker My woadie, my woadie, my woadie