I'm runnin' with shooters
I'm in the cut and I'm coolin
Niggas they made me do it
I made a hunnid at shows
Bitch I get paid to do it
You bitches get fucked for free
I never paid to do it
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These niggas thought I was done
I got them mad for real
They know I'm paid for real
Saint Lauren shades for real
I'm bout to get on that pussy
Until she beg for real
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These niggas they mad for real
'Cause they bitches I had to kill
And they don't gang for real
And they don't bang for real
And they don't get paid for real
See me you know them chains is real (Grrr)
Keep a .45 'cus I'm lit nigga (Grrr)
Keep a Draco with two sticks nigga (Grrr)
Get a ride around with that shh- nigga (Grrr)
Still ridin round with that shh- nigga (Grrr)
My bitch blonde and she thick nigga
I don't stay calm 'bout shit nigga
I don't stay behind no bitch niggas
I came home got rich niggas
I aim for game quit nigga
Stay ten toes ain't snitch nigga
Go up North get big nigga
Still ridin round with that shit nigga (Grrr)
My pinkie ring a whole brick nigga (Grrr)
Gotta couple keys on my wrist nigga (Grrr)
Gotta Spanish ting in my whip nigga
And my brother bringing that shit nigga
Whole clips nigga, whole zips nigga
I could front you some, but that's it nigga
Be quick nigga, don't miss nigga
I could put you down but don't slip nigga
Don't fuck around with them bitch niggas
No loose lifts, sink shifts, nigga
I'm runnin' with shooters
I'm in the cut and I'm coolin
Niggas they made me do it
I made a hunnid at shows
Bitch I get paid to do it
You bitches get fucked for free
I never paid to do it
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These niggas thought I was done
I got them mad for real
They know I'm paid for real
Saint Lauren shades for real
I'm bout to get on that pussy
Until she beg for real
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These niggas they mad for real
'Cause they bitches I had to kill
And they don't gang for real
And they don't bang for real
And they don't get paid for real
See me you know them chains is real
For a hood nigga, they know I'm for somethin' (Grr)
You don't inform me I'm clutchin' (Grr)
We was too fake with the Wapp
Mix the sprite with the [?]
I get like 20 a show
I don't stress bout a hoe
Bobby is my bro
He gon shoot he on parole
I done made a couple mills, got these bitches in a days
Brodie slidin over cars, like this shit back in the days
Made a millie off of music, man I'm still stuck in my ways
Man these niggas said they ooze, but my brodie he got grazed
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These niggas they mad for real
'Cause they bitches I had to kill
And they don't gang for real
And they don't bang for real
And they don't get paid for real
See me you know them chains is real (Grrrr)