Yeah, see
These niggas got me on this seventeen hour
Flight, niggas not tryna do none of this shit
(On mamas, nigga, what the fuck?)
I ain’t gon’ lie, cuh, I’ma call you back though
(Nigga, he got ’em coming in though)
Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga, you already know, nigga
I ain’t finna say too much on this mother— (Ha)
What, you want me to say that on the
Phone, you weird-ass nigga? (I’ma text)
Yeah, I’ma call you back later
Out in Belgium, had to go fuck with my plug for the week
Had a good conversation, now them bitches come for cheap
I’m that nigga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat
Two seater, big Bentley, money falling out the seats
Saw Jay try to take it out, I told him, “Leave it in the sink”
When a nigga off that Henny, swear to God that I don’t blink
What’s that shit you saying? Hold on, bitch, you know that we can link
In real life, these niggas hoes, but be killers on the beat
With these skinny-ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket
That Crip, oh, you can’t tell? I call that bitch my pocket rocket
Plug my niggas with my plug and now they calling me the socket
Told him, “Keep it on the low because you know them bitches watching”
My first time selling poles, I saved up and bought some Robin
Only nigga in my city made it out because I’m poppin’
Bitch, I been from the South, so get my dick out yo’ mouth
Niggas really ain’t know me, they just talking for clout
Niggas better stop all that high-power shit ’cause if a nigga asking
For it, it’s gon’ come (You told me I gotta disguise my voice)
Nigga hit me in my DM talking ’bout he need P’s, talking ‘
Bout he got a band for a hit (Can I help you? He’s good)
Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga
Bitch, I was kicking doors, selling dro’, tryna run my bands up
Tell him, “Get on the floor,” then tie that nigga hands up
Got the drop from yo’ bitch, now I’m finna pick my bands up
The scenery get iffy, that’s gon’ get you and yo’ mans bust
Popped, now yo’ sister, she got shot with that AK
Same shit, different day, now I’m just posted with DayDay
Tay gon’ take a trip to Vegas ’cause I told him it’s payday
I’m that nigga that be calling all the shots like I’m Ray-Ray
This ain’t no deuce-deuce, bitch, you see the .974
I’m a real street nigga, I’m gon’ stick to the code
I know a couple hard niggas that went down and they told
Preaching hella politics, but went down and they fold
Fake-ass OG, real shit, you a bitch
Take a trip to Fifth Ward just to cop me a stick
I’ll find out niggas ratting, we gon’ bury his kids
Why these niggas think that safe zone over the bridge?
Bitch, I been thuggin’ since a youngin’
‘Member when my mama had to stuff that dope all up in them pumpkins
Bitch, it’s Naughty Gangster Crip
Nigga try to disrespect my rep, then I’ma empty out the clip
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