Yeah
(Metro)
We ain't giving out smoke, we giving out embalming fluid
Spin that sh- every day, every night
Back to back to back to back to back
Y'all n- can't even trap, nothing
Post up, nothing, kick with the h-, barbeque, nothing
We spinning back to back
Two weeks, three weeks straight, on God
Big 4L
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights
I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button
And make the opps go down (nah, facts)
Maybach with the shade (straight up)
Brand new CTS all red like the Braves (on God)
Y'all just started slidin', we was slidin' back in the day (21)
21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21)
Big Slaughter, n-, big dagger in my face (straight up)
Ski mask, f- a camera, gun him down on tape (on God)
Breaking news, FOX 5, p-, we don't play (straight up)
I call my Hellcat OVO 'cause it keep a Drac' (facts)
Red dot, headshot, p- DOA (21)
Count me a ten in one minute
Count a whole hundred in ten minutes (on God)
N- need to call they hood Beyblades
'Cause all we do is spin in it (on God)
I own me a couple establishments
I ain't worried 'bout your business (21)
Y'all running 'round here gossipin'
I'm tryna make me more millions
Ridin' with a stick in the hotbox
I ain't never put my phone in it
We call your main b- p- hood
'Cause all we do is joan in it
Money the only paperwork I put my bros in
Somebody please unthaw my ears 'cause they frozen
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights
I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button
And make the opps go down (nah, facts)
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Charge him with theft by taking 'cause his drip stolen
Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rolling
Had to do CPR, I got your b- choking
Selling-
So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open (21)
Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in
Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21)
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21)
You wanna hold somethin', I got plenty shells (21)
I don't even want no smoke, n- gon' tattletale (on God)
I don't even play with people's kids
Go play Battlefield (straight up)
I'm from the East, home of the murders
You n-'ll die out here (21)
They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild (on god)
You can get hit with one of them guns from my adlib (straight up)
You gon' f- around and get chopped, lil' karate kid
I ain't seen him in a minute but ask if God did
Saint Laurent sweater
Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er (21)
Shoutout Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar (on God)
Beat a rapper a-, Def Jam Vendetta
When it come to shh, we got plenty
Eating Ruth's Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni (21)
And I eat, sleep, sh-, f- with the semi (on God)
Screaming f- friends, family first, rocking Fendi (21)