Letras
(Enrgy made this one)
Do you hear that? (aldn)
That's, that's what real niggas sound like
Yeah, I got him mad, look at his face, he look like Darth Maul
Ringin' up my brothers, I'm the one that made them shots call
Gettin' paper, it stay in my hands, I feel like St. Paul
Said he wouldn't tell and then he did, and that's his damn fault
My money on Eiffel Tower, bitch, you know it stand tall
Been off of my phone, get in that bag, bitch, I don't need calls
If I ain't make like $5K in a day, bitch, I get withdrawals
Niggas tried to hold me down, well, now they got me pissed off
Know some brothers that do drills and they don't do construction
I know some brothers with them sticks, and thеy don't play percussion
My brodie, shh, he keep that 'K and it might gеt to bustin'
You fuck with gang, I hope you know you suffer repercussions
My pens and words are fucking weapons of that mass destruction
Run in that show and made it jump, them bitches double-dutchin'
My brodie really keep that 'K and he not even Russian
I'm in his city tryna slide but I know that he duckin'
Man, got me pissed off
Bro hand up on the trigger, ready right to let that bitch off
Word to my boy Chris, that chopper made him dance like TikTok
Casio all up on my wrist, might go bust down the G-Shock
Brodie keep that .19 on, he ride 'round with that G-lock
What they say? They spot 'em, then they got 'em, made him beatbox
Latina girls in my DM's, got me a mamacita
If you had the life I'm livin', this shit loco, momma mia, ooh
Talk about my brothers and my family, we shoot from the paint
Hooded up, black fit on my body like Kevin Durant
I ain't perfect, I done did some shit, bitch, I am not a Saint
Lost some brothers on the fuckin' way and that shit brought me pain
Bail out any of my brothers or the fucking gang
Steppin' on me, I know no niggas gon' tuck the chain
The hardest that's comin out of Indi', you gon' know the name
Told brodie, "Kick the cup," but he can't stop sippin' up on the drank
Hands on, I'm the type to pick the soccer ball up
Hop out and walk 'em down, we finna pop 'em all up (brrt)
Sick, he think he shinin', he done went and copped some Palm Buffs (bitch)
Face card scorchin', I don't really shop at malls much (woo)
Ha-ha, look, hot as fuck like I'm stuck in the microwave (damn)
Finna maximize the hit with this micro K (brrt)
Tryna hit the top, you gon' have to fight your way (where?)
Tie him up and leave his body, shit, the psycho way
Tryna check this profile credit, what GEICO say? (What?)
You ain't tough, snatch your wood, then light your way
Lil' pups aim for your ankles, we gon' bite your face
Yeah, with these .223s (brrt)
Had the Vs back to back, you know these ain't no Jubilees
Tryna race with Mr. Vroom-And-Zoom, I guess that you will see
That you can't catch up
You sippin' Jabba the Hutt, I got a red cup, no cap
Yeah, I got him mad, look at his face, he look like Darth Maul
Ringin' up my brothers, I'm the one that made them shots call
Gettin' paper, it stay in my hands, I feel like St. Paul
Said he wouldn't tell and then he did, and that's his damn fault