Yeah man
You know what it is nigga, Gunn, the King
Man listen, my man really smack shit outta niggas though man
Nah Frruck that, clap the shit outta niggas man word
Ugh, look
Niggas feel kin 'cause this shit is real fam'
Only cop work if it's white or if it's real tan
16 in the clip and 1 in the chamber now you hit, screamin' like a bitch I thought you was gangsta
Laid out bleeding on your kicks dawg my clap is official
Leave your house without your banger that's what it get you
Yo lord my third eye shines bright blinding your sight
You ain’t seen this much crime in your life son
It's real out in these fields every night a nigga get killed
I'm outside the club waving the steel
You get your shit peeled running up on mines
Just 'cause you got a problem with the kid, get at the end chump 'cause its a long line
Field boot Carhartt brown, concealed the 4 pound
Let me know if its going down we can get it on right now
2 guns up I'm wilding til my days is up protecting your shit trying to fill them cages up
Niggas up north will blaze you in the yard
Get your face cut don't make me have to run in your gauge you fake fucks, get your safe touched
I'm straight to the H2 dealer to spend that cake up, then I'm merkin' off in that grey truck
24s with screens in it watching casino with the team in it we scheme spinners
Getting high I'm looking fly jeans cost 500
There's five guns in the trunk try your luck and get fucked up
Gucci aviator glasses and [?] viezel
Fabrics blowing a ratchet put a hole in you bastards for practice told you old
Boy I'm no average, try to reach my status and get denied access
Coming home on that jail shit I put a bullet in your helmet finish you send you to hell prick, word
It's street entertainment you can’t stop us dog what you think them choppers for?
Aye yo LX470 sliding coups off the melody, slum lord still on the run, from a felony
I sold drugs more than half my life, jewelry on I make niggas wanna snatch my ice, word life
We got Lex coups and beamers over here, P, trig, and mac bulletproof ask premier
Handling nines been handing hammers out Sun tan fives, inclined line Cartier's for the summertime
[?] Latega polos on 360's and a Caesar
Big Cuban links looking like you crazy on
Medallion swing ya peeping him lord, breathing through his ski mask
Killing my own people's to get cash fuck em
Ride through ya hood in a beamer wag yo
Keep the upstate style fuck crystal we drink Henny straight and turn slight green wild
Million dollar deals on tables, canary face Jesús swinging off a rose gold cable
Politickin' on OT money I think Ohio [?]
Crashed the E class I think I'll drive the Lex, Rolex money since 18
Have a model bitches titties out while they cooking up bird clean
Trump plaza, drum swing a [?] veazal sagger, do it in your Birkin bag-uh
Crack bags filled with fish scale, I'll do 25 to life as long as I'm rich in jail
Ayo I hold a automatic 'cause these streets where I'm from is heartless
Plus I like big jewels and y'all niggas starving
Leroy ave throwing money out a Porsche colorful stones watching Al Capone getting tortured
Drug dealers cash rule nigga we the illest alive a bunch of fly killers holding up nines
I'm used to standing on the block all day with dimes salute to blowing up and pushing Q45's
Peace lord Bentley is all, take the AR's on tour
Aunt Jory seen the jury for pure, big chains on just [?] Lovato, I ain't a God
Since the days with the 4, loading macs just in case it turned war
Body die 40 shots in em look at the boy
Since that 30 dollar duffle up hustling in front of the store, maury boot in your door
Jesus piece flooded galore, Chrome 800 shot his whole face off, Faggit!
