On trays Lil baby she a known bopper kicc doe hood know us as them door knocker all these internet bangers don’t want no problems mad max in these streets I’m a known shotta you said beef we got shells like a tostada bitch ask Me for a buck I said I don’t got it number one shootings guard in these fom posits why tfk u got a gun an u don’t pop it ……… how u say u get a bag wit broke pocket up the score i whipp out bet I’m gone pop it u want some drank bitch it’s coming outta yo pocket doa told opps pick they nigga up when it come to that cash I can get a enough head weak if she succ an I didn’t nut toughest nigga in yo hood I’ll make ‘em give it up liv once so everyday I’m gone liv it up I’m the realest nigga breathing so I keep it tucked he said fight i them 223z beat ‘em up opp deep but they still can’t compete wit us gave his life to the bitch just for meeting up don’t ask who run the nigga we the ones since a jit I was always known to keep a gun we can talk about the cash I den seen a bunch this a race we first place ain’t no keeping up