Letras
I was down for a minute now I'm back in my bag
Got a son, gotta grind
Can't slip, can't lack
Every L that I took made me tougher than steel
Trying to eat me a meal
Finna run up a mill
Had to finesse hundreds straight from the bank
Wake up, pop me a yerk and I pour up the drank
Niggas switched on me quick, like what they on
All these racks from the mud, got this shit on my own
Told lil bro ain't no handouts coming
If you want it, you better keep running
My shorties playing with buttons
They riding in SRTs
You're gonna hear it before you see it coming
My shooters hop out and blow
They know I got the cheese
But they run up and kill you for nothing
And SRT Gang slimy, see you out flexing that J
They gonna run up and strip you for stunting
Spin through his spot
Leave em' hot like sauna
He get caught out of bounds, then we putting him under
My shooter relentless, he slid off the henny
Ain't asking no questions, just dumping the semi
I hit the GO then I'm back in that mode
Glock in my lap, we don't play with the ghost
Money keep flipping is never gonna fold
They talk like they with it, but most of them told
I'm on the grind, no brakes, no stalling
It's a bag on my head, I ain't slipping, I'm all in
He be tough on the net, but he really just talking
When we hopped out, he ran
He was tripping and falling
Glock with a switch, make him dance like TikTok
No face no case, mask down when the clip pop
My street sweepers out make the whole hood gridlock
Pop out with my tool, but I stay with my drillas
Told lil bro ain't no handouts coming
If you want it, you better keep running
My shorties playing with buttons
They riding in SRTs
You're gonna hear it before you see it coming
My shooters hop out and blow
They know I got the cheese