Lyrics
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you
I need you to drive me on out of here"
Yeah
Ayo
I'ma send ten niggas through (don't come back)
Tell them niggas, "don't come back" (don't come back, nigga)
'Til all the guns empty
That's pressure, nigga (let's go)
Butcher, Dark Lo the Crook
Yo, look
What you see me in, I had to trap for it
Bounced 300 grams off the backboard
I'm really in the streets, it's not an app for it
I got up and took it just 'cause I ain't want to ask for it (nah)
You're fucking with these rats, so y'all niggas useless
We're street niggas, I'm judging you by who introduced us
8-balls to quarters, half, then was deuces
The bricks, y'all just coming with grown man excuses
Nah, I ain't jumping on no bandwagons
In the yard doing pull-ups 'til my hands callous
Fendi belt, but my pants sagging
All my lil' mans flagging, look like my watch took dance classes
Yeah, so all the bitches admire us
Hustlers who made miracles with them kitchen appliances
I can tell a killer, and I know you puss
I'm sending hits, got my bishop laying on your rook, ah
(Block open)
They're running like a track meet
I blew his head off when I sat in the back seat
Blood got on my face, I wiped it then went back to eat
I gave you classics after classics, say thanks at least
Running tiger for the party, I think I'm Meech
Used to running niggas' pocket if I think they're sweet
The most bodies in the clique
Wash the money if it's dirty, feds think it's me
I got on sweats and pennies
He said they're hating, I said "fuck 'em, Benny"
Gun store, I re-upped on plenty
You hear it roar, that's a Hemi
You hear the lick, that's a gimme, was locked down, that's a memory
My shirt a rockwilder, my wrist a sky dweller
It's the Goodfellas, OBH and Griselda
Nigga, you's a failure, I play the shotgun, I'm like Elmer