Big Shark home, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
I gave y'all niggas three years, I'm back (You cut up on this one, JAY C)
This bitch mine, nigga, Keytroit, huh (MIA JAY C)
Just did two the hard way, like MB (RIP Jumpout)
Fuck the feds, I'm blowin' money fast like Big Meech (Nigga)
I spent forty on my wristwatch and sixty on my piece
That's a honey bun with white icing, yeah, bitch, I'm eatin' (Yeah)
Huh, it's still the same rules, you reach, bitch, I teach (Come here)
I'm a dog, but it's crazy, I put bitches on a leash (Boy)
Huh, ask the opps, my niggas puttin' shit to sleep (Yeah)
Huh, ask the opps, my niggas puttin' shit to sleep (My guys)
My first day out, I'm doin' all kinds of shit (Foolin')
First I gotta find a 'fit (Trim)
And I'm Cash Gang, it's only right that I go buy a kit (Cash)
Stay in somethin' fast, I can't let no nigga box me in (Skrrt)
Threat bought me a switch, boy, I will never box again (Brrt)
I was just walkin' the yard, now I'm back runnin', nigga (I'm back)
Traded out my shower shoes for some track runners, nigga
And I just hit a bad bitch, I can't cap, she too fine (She bad)
Thought he had mob ties, I finessed that nigga two times
Niggas tryna give me smoke, but what pape'? Man, these niggas broke (These niggas broke)
Twenty racks on me and I just stole out the liquor store
Still be shootin' two dice with my uncles, nigga, ten to four (What up, unc'?)
Bitch, I bang C's, but free 24V, my nigga folks
I'm only scared of God, bein' broke my next fear
My outfit still in jail 'cause this bitch don't release 'til next year (It's still in jail)
You be thinkin' 'bout your girl, I be thinkin' 'bout my next whip
I ain't never froze, you must be thinkin' 'bout my left wrist (My left shit)
Shout out my nigga Ace, he kept it solid, did that time (He crazy)
Them crackers sign me for them M's, I'ma pull up, give 'em five hundred
I'll drop the five for bloods, my nigga V, I beef with five hundred (Real beef out here)
A nigga take my chain, I'ma kill his ass and buy another
I hate rappin', I just be doin' it 'cause I'm good at it
The biggest Shark, but my South bitches call me Lil Daddy
I might go drop off twenty Dracs, make the hood happy (Here)
Nickname the switchy, I got Thorla, this my lil' rascal
I lost fam when I was gone, my brother got down on my pape' (Bro)
I beat on opps with my whole B and I'm askin' eighteen thousand K
Ain't no paperwork on Key in the feds or the state (At all)
I made my way to the top and lost some friends on the way (Nigga)
Sixteen, I was a dummy (Yeah), seventeen, I was a shotta (Yeah)
Eighteen, start gettin' money, when I turned twenty, I had a dollar
24 been activated way before we heard of Sada
Baby Threat got rich off killin', if he want it, I'ma cop it
Detroit Hits posted my out date, what the fuck that 'posed to mean? (Ha)
I'll post my addy on the 'Gram, nobody smokin' Key (I ain't goin')
Mud merch that shit on Tookie (On Crip), Lik merch is on the G (On Boom)
We drop shit all on the West, but we done did that on the East (Yeah)
Yeah, niggas know what the fuck goin' on, Keytroit, nigga
Yeah, huh
Yeah, I'm back
Long live MB, nigga, free the guys
Free Threat, nigga, free Shoo, free Rod
Huh, free V and Bo, yeah
Yeah, free the Belts, we the Belts
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