Every track i just killed shit i gotta murder my competitors Broke nigga trying to talk cash brought the racks out just to shut him up New bitch bad had to switch up Now my old hoe says i’m dead to her Everyday gotta thank god baby can’t you see that nigga blessing us Flying through the with doors up This an i8 not a Tesla Used to wait for the link car now its Benihanas’ on the regular Mama worried when I’m in the street but i keep it on me what you stressing for? Glizzy toting i can’t tussle with you i got 30 shots for a wrestler Play crazy catch a head shot We was taught to shoot from the neck and up My shorties reckless when they in the hood Ol’ heads know it ain’t no checking us We be turnt for givenchy Bitch its gucci gang to the death of us Hotnem on it they just keep sliding Imma keep supplying ain’t no letting up Niggas high still gone make it happen We can’t catch em loafing we gotta set em up Got the drop waiting by his crib When he walk out we gone wet him up .40 go BOW to yo A Shots knock him out of bounds if he play We put him in the ground with the K That choppa clear a crowd when it spray My uncle went on trial for the ye I used to dream of pounds in the safe I’m flying through the clouds skipping states Count up a 100 thou with my bae They try take my down with the hey It be the nigga smiling in your face I’m with it getting wild everyday That’s why i move around with the apes Like Ay Please don’t start with us we won’t play cool All em shooters charged up you know what they do Money keep coming in I can’t lose Had to switch it up with the drip Dolce shoes I be balling on em like I’m Ivo I was posted with my soldiers We was trapping hard for survival I was posted on the corner where we dropped a g for disciples All of my niggas demons we don’t abide by the Bible