Major

Gang shit

Brrah, brrah

How you gon' rock turning off in the booth or the Glock or big ass mansion

How you gon' rock

Gang shit, gang shit

I got offers on the table, go major and sign to a label

But that still ain't gon' change shit

Get your head out the man like the capes, they hop out in blades

You get caught, no time to explain shit

I ain't gotta say what I did, gotta drop them we slits

Turn around, try to be in the same

Give a fuck about niggas being big

I'm taught I'ma stand on their bids, I hope you on the same shit

Mention one of my mama's kids, niggas know what it is

Ain't gon' play with nobody I came with

I be one D with a C, got a binary trig'

Ain't a switch, but they hit like the same stick

Brother a smoker like me, we was locked in the kids

Now he rollin', ain't my fault he change shit

I can go bitch on the disc, still post on front line in the hills with my niggas on gang shit

Same nigga on and off beat

Might catch one deep, think it's sweet, just watch how I prove it

Little ass Glock 43, niggas ain't even pee, think I'm loafing, it's just illusion

They can be deep, ain't got no time to think off the rip

I'ma tweet just to kill the confusion

Nigga wasn't quick on his feet, caught his ass on his rip, nigga, stop how they moving

Fuck, is you dumb? Is you stupid?

Had a chop' I can't use, nigga die tryna run to the trunk

These niggas lyin' in they music

I'm all over that user, in real life, niggas ain't tryna bump

When I'm top of the scope, niggas lose, they dissin' for views, in real life, shit look like a skunk

And I know how shit go, it ain't no one on one, but every day, I wake up, shit, I pray I get jumped

Every day, I wake up, huh

Motherfucker, every day I wake up, shit, I pray, look

Nigga, when I make plenty of jumps

Ten times out of ten, you gon' die from that stunt

Holding Glock, possession of blunt

He won't do shit by the end of the month

I got deals on the table, I can sign and go major

But where would I be if I didn't start jacking?

Bitch thought my money was funny

'Cause every time I touch it, I just get to smiling and laughing

Lil' bro got a Drac' with a cooling kit on it

He wear it every day like it's part of his face

It's a hundred-and-something degrees outside

Walk around with a choppa up under his jacket

By striking that creep, had to get out on feet

The car ran out of gas in the middle of a heck shit

I'm starting to think that lil' bro special Ed, he'll jump out a moving car while we in traffic

50 start jammin', just chillin', don't panic

Had to pull around the corner to switch to a catcher

I be tryna stick to the rappin', but so much done, had to put it on pause like Madden

Lil' ass Glock, 26 niggas ain't even peep in club with it on me tucked under my meat

I ain't throwing no ones, I'm sending this shit down the road for the bros to buy 'em some sheets

Niggas ain't bumping they guns, they bumping they guns, can't wait 'til they bump into me

I'm on they ass like a bumper, long live all my thumpers, now all of them bumping in peace