Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm with the bros, and some of em' smackers
I got the hoe tryna bend over backwards
He got a weapon wheel, pull this big bitch out his bag like the mad-hatter
Pull a hat trick, make him do a backflip
Like he acrobatic, think she racist
Cause she hate niggas
Can't chase her, I'm asthmatic
I can't fake this shit, you know I grew up blazing on my daddy
Ain't gotta be real right, I got mob-ties
And that shit turned me a savage
I done went up and reach for the stars
Came down and thought I had it
They still post up, by the BP, in the projects
This shit live, delete my IG, still ain't died yet
Fuck my main, because my bros, still by my side, yeah
Fuck the rats, my snakes will plate em'
Bleed em' dry, yeah
Plate em, eat em
I got snakes who hutting for a meal, and they can't wait to seek em
He ain't 100, i see his disguise
There's nowhere to run, you done met your demise
I'm Double R foreal, I can tell you ain't gang
I can see that shit right through his eyes
It ain't no alert for this type of shit
Them youngins pop out, like surprise
I can't feel my face, I'm seeing stars
I'm somewhere on the moon
Shell Catcher
We don't need to leave no clues
My pocket's full of blues
I can't answer the phone right now
I'm busy trying to work a move
He try to get some fame
We made em' famous, put em' on the news
I ain't running from that nigga
I've been trying to duck the task force
Beating her down from the back, and I get in her ear, this what you asked for
I ain't gotta ask, she hit her knees
I'm like
Hell yeah
Can we take off
Hell yeah
Can we play ball
Hell yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm with the bros, and some of em' smackers
I got the hoe tryna bend over backwards
He got a weapon wheel, pull this big bitch out his bag like the mad-hatter
Pull a hat trick, make him do a backflip
Like he acrobatic, think she racist
Cause she hate niggas
Can't chase her, I'm asthmatic
I can't fake this shit, you know I grew up blazing on my daddy
Ain't gotta be real right, I got mob-ties
And that shit turned me a savage
I done went up and reach for the stars
Came down and thought I had it
If he played then, he get zipped up
Twin got chrisvect in his jacket
I know them niggas tryna hit us
Ride with shooters, I don't panic
I lost my kin, and that shit really broke my heart
I know I'm damaged
Pour up juice inside of the wrld
I feel like, YB, I'm a bandit
Uh-huh
Nigga play, we open fire
Call twin, i know he slide
Fireworks, 4th of July
He don't wanna talk, we force it out
Tryna take back all that shit you said
I know these folks a lie
I know he ain't in the field for real, on IG posting live
Been told my bro to strike
Tryna figure out why these folks alive
How the fuck that boy ain't die
If I slide, he won't survive
Playing monkey in the middle, gon' die
If you don't pick a side
Know I might just die a sinner, and put my opps up close to God
I take RP's, and I go ghost
In the yo, I'm smokin' different strands
I poured another toast
It's on sight, I see him roll em
I'm a drag em', boast to boast
I'm bleedin' bad, she said I treat her bad
When you creep, stay on your toes
You better wipe that nigga nose
They still post up, by the BP, in the projects
This shit live, delete my IG, still ain't died yet
Fuck my main, because my bros, still by my side, yeah
Fuck the rats, my snakes will plate em'
Bleed em' dry, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Blatt