PLS

Nigga, I ain't just talkin' shit

C'mon

Tell her how it's supposed to look

So I can pull up

Kill all their ass

Hoppin' out on feet

Got the drop, we ran him down, my Draco jammed on me

I've been tryna catch a kill

Leave my phone at home, I was alone when I went on that drill

Niggas pussy be for real

Jump the gates, I'm chasin' kills

Drop a bag on Hookie here with Drake's and tell me how it feel

He keep talkin', hit his face

We catch him walkin', he erase it

Bro just called my phone, he comin' home

He just beat his case

Masked down, we on the way

With dirty drapes to save the day

Niggas can't be part the striker team

Ain't even got a Drake

Cappin' like they movin' weight

Trap house really out of shape

Nigga, this a sick society

You gotta have some pape

And I ain't got no time to play

But playin', I got time today

Why you think this bitch on side of me

You muggin', change your face

Make pull out them bands today

Had them run down your mans today

Nigga, this street shit, it's inside of me

I ain't never had to fake

Used to hoopin', school belt around me

Nigga don't hesitate

I be high as hell on these drugs

Probably gon' levitate

Nigga got his shit, took me inside

He just savin' face

Brother died and he went live

That shit not delete the way

Nigga did some ho shit

When you catch him, stretch me, gotta pay

Uncle Sam bout to tax us

Double up, ride around with a ratchet

I'm gettin' higher than the room upstairs

But I am not an addict

I had bought the bitch some shoes

But I am not his daddy

Bro ain't glitchin' with that switchin

He get busy when he sayin

I'm bout to cut and let it

I swear, I wouldn't wanna be him

Heard they caught that shit on film

The bro spinnin' like a repeat

Niggas freeze up when they see me

I got niggas tryin' to beat me

Glass be fresh about the box

Bro gon' put the switch in on me

Niggas say they fuckin' with me

Why the fuck they switchin' on me

I been peepin' shit for real

That shit that might get you killed

I be high while in the field

But I gotta keep my still

Last nigga spoke on Ghost

He lost control of his will

Left his pants at his ankles

I'm still mad he ain't get killed

7-6-2, we talk big shit

Hit that switch, everybody get hit

You can't duck high behind ten

Try to come through here

We gon' flip that bitch

Yeah, yeah

I just bought a cream soda

Poured it up, then kicked it over

In the trap like everyday

We still got Glocks stuffed in the sofa

I told bro to chill

I got him on my list

I'm finna rope him

Glock 2-7, got it tucked right in my drawers

I don't need no hosta

Bitch, huh

We don't need no hosta, bitch

I burn a nigga head just like a toaster, bitch

I stack this fuckin' paper till I'm fuckin' rich

I slap a fuckin' hater, he a fuckin' bitch

Fuckin' with the gang, yeah, we paint the city red

You talkin' like a bitch, you probably workin' with the feds

Nigga play where he lay, we leave a nigga dead

Got a Draco and a K on the side of the bed

Speakin' on the wrong shit, I had that FN in your face

Tryna have a ticket on the ground

Like Perk won't jump the gate

Every time we slide, it's switch and drake

Boy, we'll fuck up your day

I just pulled a four, then popped the outer all to stay awake

Trap really jumpin', runnin' racks

On a hundred bows in a day

Every time we slide, them bitch, they block

Them niggas do the race

And I'ma hit the club and turn up

I just pray I don't catch a case

First nigga play, I don't play no great

Get shot all in his face

This ain't no act, this ain't no why

I mix the Perk with Pye

Trappin' in my club

I broke your bitch and made her work the spot

Leanin' in that Beamer

I can show you how to beat the Pye

Brought a block to the block

Some shit you better not speak about

God, they sent me bull, made nigga, I got pulled

Last nigga made the move

Boy, you should've stayed in school

We ain't cappin', we ain't actin

What's that shit you tryna do

Girl, we matchin' all the statics

We got automatics, too

Speed off panoramic grooves

Uh, yeah, spend a block four times

Smashin' on the gas, he work that drank

I work that nine, yeah, yeah

Woofin' on that ground, I get you slidin', homie

Talkin' on my name, I put your ass off in the ground, homie

I'ma send a blitz, ain't talkin' bout booze

Nigga, I'll wipe you down

I'ma get in the bank and I'm stretchin' my plate

Break it down with my people

I'ma show you how to get 40K overnight

Off in this rental

No livin' cuz of these VVS buses

I'm livin' single, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah