I had the under armor vest to protect myself
I had the under armor vest to protect myself
Still got the city on my back to protect myself
Two phone shawty, oh, la-di-da-di
Uh, pop two pills, uh, this shit for real
Uh, it's shoot to kill, uh, uh, this shit for real
Uh, uh, bills up high like the hills, uh, this shit for real
Uh, uh, scope on top of the hill, uh, this shit for real
Thursday, I woke up right back to the job, mang
Friday, I haven't slept, I'm mixin' in the pot, mang
Saturday, my mama tellin' me, "You forgot to call me"
Sunday, ain't go to church, I had to feed the flock, mang
Ayy, ayy, uh
I had the under armor vest to protect myself
I had the under armor vest to protect myself
Still got the city on my back to protect myself
Two phone shawty, oh, la-di-da-di
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hopped out the whip, might light one (Ayy)
Might get to squeezin', if I find one (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Under armor vest when the night comes
If you lookin' for a hit, we can write one
Off the Goose again, it's your turn to duck, uh
Nigga choose your chip, you can try your luck, uh
Told you it's a wrap with the gimmick chat, ah
Really ain't talkin' 'bout no plaques, let the trigger rap
Ayy, ayy, uh
I had the under armor vest to protect myself
I had the under armor vest to protect myself
Still got the city on my back to protect myself
Two phone shawty, oh, la-di-da-di
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