Run that shit the fuck back Yeah Real CityBoiGreg, uh Like old souls I put my shit on vinyl records, I'm timeless I wear this shit like belts around my waist I'ma don this apparel I line niggas, full metal jacket It ain't no niggas in my caliber I broke that bracket Causin' a racket when I stack it times three They see my chemistry on beats, try to repeat that recipe Cut me open and you niggas just might see the better me I been that vet, you niggas pets I been a threat to these streets I been a threat to this game A different level of my sanity Seein' through these niggas, ain't no vanity mirror It ain't no handing me shit I grant these niggas that wish dot com Niggas be cheap, I call em knock off shit It ain't no pressure get ya rocks off I weather the storm A stepping stone I get 'em gone And he be signing them forms to take his life away Relax, it's time to elevate And I got the right away Be back with hittas in my seat back, uh I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas Countin' bands and all them figures Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes And if they sendin' for my hands I go and give em Ain't no plans, I'm bout to get 'em Ain't no fans, we gotta light 'em up I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas Countin' bands and all them figures Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes And I'm gon' run it back to back This here the kicker Ain't no flaggin' us we draggin' em Like doctors, we gon' bag em up Brick and the mortar I'm laying it with no effort I'm playing this shit like records I'm breakin' it like I'm better I'm making this shit a letter Makin' that out to Billboard I watch my step With all this talent they'll kill for it Like dragon breath I make it hotter than griddles Five stars, they on my ass cause I done chopped through his middle These niggas coppin' out for Bitcoin checks And we The Fleet We run the court, we doing big boy sets You know we get mo' rec Time is timeless Fuck a hitman I put these niggas on my rhyme list And fuck the grip Man I'm finna kill 'em with all kinda shit Spread em out like condiments It's bread season, niggas got to baking in that studio Juan Don Julio Old school, Sean Jean Adams in my pocket Supersonic, ain't no who ya know Rollin' thru that city in that 08 Honda Civic Ain't no coolant in this system But I'm hotter than the kitchen, nigga I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas Countin' bands and all them figures Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes And if they sendin' for my hands I go and give em Ain't no plans, I'm bout to get 'em Ain't no fans, we gotta light 'em up I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas Countin' bands and all them figures Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes And I'm gon' run it back to back This here the kicker Ain't no flaggin' us we draggin' em Like doctors, we gon' bag em up Feel like I'm back where I started Got a break and broke a wrist Honey dipping in that water I'm Vince Carter no bald spots, I'm clean cut Got me fucked up Had up tar up on my name at birth You know exactly why I curse I wrap em up, just send the hearse You move too fast you end up burnt I never really cared about a risk Cause I ain't care to hurt Never really did no shiesty shit because I know the wording Karma is a funny acting hoe but still I know the verdict Doing pimpin' shit But I'm no pimp cause I can't stomach splurging Never kept too many hoes Cause I like loyalty not virgins Hoes be tryna be up in your pocket Why you buying purses Breaking this lil bitch off Then I'm bailing cause she talking thirsty Put her in a blender For her nigga I'm the Duncan Curry Please don't hit my line in 2-3 years when you married and horny I'll be hangin' with the Fleet in Charlotte getting fried Sitting with the Hornets Suge-O Shaq a general 'cause kings die for nothing I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas Countin' bands and all them figures Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes And if they sendin' for my hands I go and give em Ain't no plans, I'm bout to get 'em Ain't no fans, we gotta light 'em up I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas Countin' bands and all them figures Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes And I'm gon' run it back to back This here the kicker Ain't no flaggin' us we draggin' em Like doctors, we gon' bag em up