Pipe that shit up, tntTahj moneyDmac on the f**king trackBordeaux and non nativeI’m the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin’I remember rain, sleet, and snow, I was hustlin’Know the feds watchin’, middle fingers to the governmentGlock in this louis pouch, ni**a, I ain’t tusslin’Catfish, he don’t really know who he f**kin’ withOpps send a message, you grab a drac’ to rebuttal itHad a undertaker at your tombstone, shovelin’Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew ’em like some doublemintMade it out the field with somе ni**as I was thuggin’ withWe’ll send some shots through thеy crowd while they huddlin’I’m the type to leave it in the streets, I ain’t discussin’ itTryna make it flip, I need that rolls-royce cullinanOld b**ches trippin’, cut her off like a backwoodMiddle of the trenches, that’s where me and the guys stoodKillers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (yeah, uh, uh)Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good (uh, uh)I feel like the man of the hour (I do)This gun on me (gun on me), I’m demandin’ the power (brr)He never talk to my face (nah), that man is a cowardAyy, uh, uh (yeah)Go lookin’ for him every hour, uhI ‘member nights in the tower (I do)She suckin’ my dick out the showerTell her, “Be quiet,” she told me, “F**k me even louder”Ayy, ayy, uh
Paid now (paid now), feet up (feet up)All of your sneakers is beat up (they are)Percocet (percocet), geek up (geek up)You see the police and we speed upUh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link usThey tryna catch us and link usUh, yeah, they tryna find usBut they don’t know where to meet us, uh (bow)She wanna chill with me and all my ni**as (she do)She get extra freaky off the liquor (uh), uhShe told us that she got a man (what?)So we extra sneaky when I’m with herShe a lil’ bad broad (uh), she wanna go mad far (uh-uh)Fivio foreign in a fast car, I’m in a fast car, uhFresh in the game, still see it as a blessin’, the sameHundred thousand ’round my neck for the chainTryna go out like a vet’ in the game, put respect on my nameNo security, I’m flexin’ with gang, I’m a real oneReminiscin’ about all of my decisionsEmbracin’ the way of livin’, I was runnin’ through the field, dumbCouple ni**as disrespectin’, we done killed themKeep a shooter, they won’t see, he my lil’ oneThirty shots, we ain’t into usin’ lil’ gunsNi**a talkin’ like he know me, he my real sonRap beef, f**k the cap, I’ma drill somePut the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumbHeadshot, all black, he won’t feel nothin’Couple hollows to his back, we done filled himHeadshot or a lifelong sentenceWhat you need for them to label you a real one