We was causin' all the problems
Sticks in the car, we was causin' all the drama
Let a nigga blink wrong, we gon' pop him
Who brought the choppers to the stage? Wasn't Osama
Silly niggas want fame, we want dollars
They better not mention your name, we buyin' choppers
In that 911 thang doin' a hundred
Usually don't do this type of shit, but I said fuck it
Arguin' with God, nigga, why you take my brother?
Arguin' over chops, nigga, why you take my hundred?
But one more thing, why you leave me with these busters?
They hear me here sittin' broke and ain't gettin' no money
What's killin' me is they think that shit funny
Sharin' three bands and they think that shit money
It's the Stinc Team, either you with us or it's fuck you
You got a hundred on your head, do your family really love you?
Silly niggas better not play with your name
Silly niggas better not play with the gang
I know you hate us, but the name is the name
That's a 911 Porsche, do your thang, do your thang
I'm thinkin' 'bout droppin' some change, but I ain't
Twitter thugs, they just bang for the fame
You gon' have me put his brains in his lap
I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' a change, but I can't
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
Long live the Greatest
If we catch a nigga speakin' on your name, on the gang, we gon' K him, shit
My shooters itchin' for blood, this personal, they ain't lookin' for no payment
If you ain't want your mama dyin', kids cryin', why you even have to say it?
Bentleys in the front yard, you ain't here, it's okay, we gon' stay here
Chipped a opp lover too, yeah, we know, I ain't even have to say it
Fifty ball on the floor, told my son and my nephew they can play in it
Why niggas screen recordin' everything I do? Got me even scared to say shit
You the police, you the DA, yeah, we know, why you helpin' with they cases?
When they let us out the can, they was mad, you could see it on they faces
Off-White, three K's in the car, yes indeed, nigga, we racist
Long ropes on the wood if he cross me, what, you trippin' off these Maisons?
I'm a millionaire lookin' for a credit, guns, what they cost? I'ma pay you
Shit man, this shit crazy
Long live Ketchy the Great
I don't know how a nigga got hit by a car, that shit crazy
Man, niggas better not be speakin' out on your name, none of that
I'm not playin' with niggas
Like I said, I'm a millionaire, literally, nigga
I'm not the one to play with at all
Don't play with the homie, don't play with his name, nothin'
Don't claim nothin'
Niggas claimin' deaths that they ain't
Niggas didn't even do, nigga
Pieces, though
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