For the crew

Yeah Yeah we trappin out in these big streets Fuck up on an oppa yeah he dead, leave him out to bleed Going with the flow, yeah with rapping know that is the key Who these pussy bitches think they is tryna fuck on me They been asking for a song so you know I had to make it Call me the cook, call me the chef, yeah you know we baking Baking up a flow, baking the opps, rapping with the speed Yeah we D1 trappin, get to clapping on them booty cheeks Spin up on an oppa Fuckin round his bitch he see Then we run for it, getaway, driver really cheap Know we keep the money, cuz we moneybags Fuck on NKS, YBC, say you prayers tonight Now we stackin up on purple, stacking up on lean Do it for the team, for the dream, for the family All these hating ass bitches yeah they finna hate Just wait till my new album finna make them shake Yeah now getting round, close in on my enemies Glockas shooting, dodge the bullets, know i got the weave Now we shooting up, up his face, with my 47 Leave paralyzed, yeah leave him beggin Who thee crackas think they is, asking me for my money Do it look like I got bands, fuck I do, blinging chain money