Yeah buy guns we throw bricks Nigga wanna be gang but in jail You only alone 20 year for a case That's my child's age yeah young niggas know we pop and I'm the pops Opps stand no chance when we land Some of the them might need a hand Records are my class so Grading still See the fake tension Vuzu has me on Show check the shoe, then up to my Chains I'm better around the camera you Wanna be seen for fame greet Niggas don't shake hands like a milkshake okay let me cut to chase so Of y'all bitches be in DM you have a BM But not her DM listen she stay with only because money makes you good, but in the south she runs with the real Gs without no string my song pop chart While you stream I'm in a building catching a mil see you in a min but only if I'm second that's when I'm quitting so see y'all niggas in the finish line I got a head start when came out the womb.