Yeah
I was just tellin' JD like we did a lot in two months bro
Two months and we did a lot, feel me
And this shit forever
Go! go!
Finna sign my deal, walking through my hood like I ain't next, yeah
We on the curb, me a thousand times and I put that on my neck, yeah
Nigga try to rob me, them bullets start ripping through his neck, yeah
My dog did thirty days in that jam, didn't turn to a rat, yeah
How the fuck you do thirty days in that jam then turn to rat? yeah
I can see if it was life, if it was life I still can't go like that, yeah
This shit go deep, I put the Lower on my back, yeah
This shit get deep, they fuck with me to LAX, yeah, go!
And I want all the smoke
Swear to god I'ma take it inhale
Hundred K for my niggas in the cell
Hundred K that's my whole dog belt
Hundred K, I ain't never gon' squeal
Hundred K, hundred K I'ma keep it that real
If I get a hundred K I won't never go to jail
Masked up, I ain't goin' that easy
Get the chicken and do a bitch greezy
It's too many to bail out the jam so when the phone ring tell my niggas be easy
It's too many to give 'em a hand so when they hand out I just tell 'em be easy
I remember when these niggas ain't need me
I was hungry and these niggas ain't feed me
Masked up, man I gotta be greedy
If that's your lil brother then feed him, hey
We make sure everybody eating
If that's your lil brother then feed him
Niggas switchin' sides, don't got no loyalty at all, yeah
She looked at my chain and saw that I don't have a cross, yeah
Try to cross the line, I fuck around and get you crossed
I said try to cross the line, I fuck around and get you gone, yeah
Put some bread on your head like a headache
I ain't stressin', I pop me a Xanax
Get so high, man I swear I ain't landed
Get so high I can switch different planets
You ain't stressed so you won't understand it
I get money like old money bandits
I used to get money with old money bandits
Now I call up bro and say fuck all that scamming
Spin back one time in the rental
If we ever bump heads I'ma hit you
Shoot at me and miss, now you easy to get to
Shot at me and missed like that shit accidental, go!
Yeah, fuck you thought nigga
Shit for eternity, forever, go
Yeah, we the future
Lower on my back, did this shit for real, go!
Yeah, I'ma still shoot my shot, if I miss, I'ma shoot again, yeah
I ain't worried 'bout his mans, it's a toe tag, leave 'em on him, yeah
I go bloody like my cousin, yeah
We get work from out the oven, yeah
Shoot it up like construction, yeah
Mask on, no discussion, yeah
Ice on, that's a gem, we was shootin' at the gym
I ain't worried 'bout them, take it home, that's a win
She ain't catch me, she a nat, cut her off with no regret
Still waitin' for a check, backstabbers stab you in the back
We don't stab you in the back, we put MAC's to your back
Got it on lock, the trap, sixth man running back
My homie doing football numbers, where the quarterback?
You don't know about that, wrap him up, that's a wrap, go!
Yeah, wrap him up, that's a wrap
Shoot at me and miss nigga bullets gonna miss, yeah
Shoot at me and miss, give a fuck about a hit, yeah
Shoot at me and miss, when you spin you better hit, yeah
Shoot at me and miss, when you spin you better hit
I say shoot at me and miss or when you spin you better hit, yeah
Go!
Tell me how the fuck you miss, yeah
Tell me how the fuck you miss, yeah
Tell me how the fuck you miss, yeah
How the fuck you miss, yeah
Tell me how you miss, yeah
On my ma, this ain't a diss, yeah
I just got a question, tell me how the fuck you miss, yeah, go!
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