Sparky made it slap— slap— slap—
Niggas really out here internet boasting
Why the fuck would I post that strap, nigga, if I tote it?
You could get rich, wet a nigga if you hard
Or if not, I could put you on a plane 'cross the ocean
I used to hit licks 'cause I ain't wanna see a drought
Lost my bro to the streets and lost my bitch to some clout
And everyday ain't promised, so I need it right now
Niggas do everything I do, nigga, like my child
4ES, you niggas is not shining
How you ain't ride when niggas was out dying?
Niggas broke, niggas act like getting money was like science
Nowadays you want respect, then you gotta get violent
Quick to cut you off if I see the hate in you and I
Leave you where you stand 'cause I ain't finna play with you
And you can't trust every bitch just because she lay with you
When your dick in the dirt, you gon' see if they with you
And I been like Future, where the flashlight?
Searching for that bitch, but I've been thinking 'bout my past life
Need that real love like Offset and Cardi
Jumping out with stick, but on my side is a Barbie
Vegas nights, we be shooting 'til the sun up
Fendi at the baccarat table with a hunnid
Nigga killed his own mans, nigga tryna drop a hunnid
I could really say a lot, but they gon' think that I fund it, ayy
And we gon' keep it off the 'net
Nigga caught a case 'cause he was on her tryna flex
If you caught a headshot and you here, then you blessed
I was out in New York catching plays like the Mets
There's no cap in my raps
We was tryna high speed with no baps
Playing Four-Five-Six, we upgraded from the craps
Niggas wanna fit in, but they can't, they'll slack
They might think they know a lot, but they'll never understand me
All about a dollar, but I'll do it for the family
Free the real niggas, y'all gon' make it out the jammy
Can't tell me nothing 'bout Tamia and lil' Cammy
And I'll run this shit up until I can't no more
I ain't settling for crumbs, nigga, I ain't no ho
Niggas hiding out the way so we gon' paint your bro
Taking shit to the grave that you ain't gon' know
And I don't wanna hear about your old money, old skits
I just wanna hold bands, the youngins wanna hold sticks
Had to get over that bump in the road, now we rich
But you could lose that shit faster than it come, don't slip
Ayy, yeah-yeah
And you could lose that shit faster than it come, don't slip
Ayy
We had to get over that bump in the road, now we rich
Nigga
I don't wanna hear about that old money, old skit
And I don't wanna hear about that old money, old skit
Man who who the fuck in— who the fuck in this crib?
Ayy, bruh, pass me the pistol
Damn, I look through the door
I see like three, four niggas running through the crib
All black, mask on, running through the crib
One nigga run to the front door
I hop out, I start shooting
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
Shot the nigga
Bow
Shot his ass
Bow-bow-bow-bow
All the niggas run out the door, they run out the door