Released on May 10, 2024

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[Intro]

Uh

Real badman music

(Dubba-AA flexin')

All the killies dem

The steppas

(This is the sound)


[Chorus]

Starin' down the barrel, turn him to a shadow, all you see is splatter (Turn him to a ghost)

Nothing into something, made it out the dungeon, had to climb the latter (I had to climb the latter)

Black sheep, underdog, call me what you want cause it don't matter

Youngin's runnin' with the torch, made this buying jewelry shit a pattern (Bling)

Since I jumped up off the porch, all I know is pull up make 'em scatter (Ricky)

Who invented this, who invented that, does it even matter? (Does it even matter?)

Pull on side his whip, then I let it rip, watch the glass shatter


[Verse 1]

How they gon' open up his casket

We hit his face up with the ratchet

No second guessing, we be crashin'

You ain't gon' use it, never flash it

Pop out with blicky's, get to blasting

Screamin' free [?] until it's backwards

All we know is shoot, we some assassins

Niggas be dissin' for the fashion

Glock make him disappear like magic

Up and it's stuck, he say it's static

You see the diamonds, see the carats

You see the quality, it's valid

I got this drip way out in Paris

Came a long way, I'm living lavish

Used to see roaches, hella attics

Now I wear Cartiers and Pateks

I just spent 20 on a baddie

We on a jet, we eating salad

Had to run up a bag, was living savage

I think I fell in love with getting cabbage

Private flight, we ain't gotta check the baggage

Niggas broke in they feeling, I be laughing

Lost some dogs to the streets, so I be snappin'

All this fly shit, I'm running out of captions


[Chorus]

Starin' down the barrel, turn him to a shadow, all you see is splatter (Turn him to a ghost)

Nothing into something, made it out the dungeon, had to climb the latter (I had to climb the latter)

Black sheep, underdog, call me what you want cause it don't matter

Youngin's runnin' with the torch, made this buying jewelry shit a pattern (Bling)

Since I jumped up off the porch, all I know is pull up make 'em scatter (Ricky)

Who invented this, who invented that, does it even matter? (Does it even matter?)

Pull on side his whip, then I let it rip, watch the glass shatter


[Verse 2]

Cover of the magazine, bitches tryna have three

Saw this shit all in my dreams, never thought that it'd be me

A lot of shit be happening, if they spot him it's a tragedy

With switches they shoot rapidly, them shottas get to wackin' 'em

Growing up to gun shots, sirens

Every other day a nigga dyin'

Ain't no name on bullets, they be flyin'

Lost my dog, I can still see him smilin'

What you know about hard times, pain

All the gun violence left a stain

Tryna eat, I'm dancing on the train

Nowadays they kill 'em for the fame

He get books, start telling on the gang

Emeralds and Baguettes all in the ring

I just dropped some thousands on the chain

Know they rather see me in them chains

Looking back like look how far I came

I can't let an oppa leave me slain

Lost a few, I feel it when it rain

Always knew this street shit ain't a game


[Chorus]

Starin' down the barrel, turn him to a shadow, all you see is splatter (Turn him to a ghost)

Nothing into something, made it out the dungeon, had to climb the latter (I had to climb the latter)

Black sheep, underdog, call me what you want cause it don't matter

Youngin's runnin' with the torch, made this buying jewelry shit a pattern (Bling)

Since I jumped up off the porch, all I know is pull up make 'em scatter (Ricky)

Who invented this, who invented that, does it even matter? (Does it even matter?)

Pull on side his whip, then I let it rip, watch the glass shatter


[Outro]

Shoutout the killies dem

Real badman dem

If you know you know

(This is the sound)

Steppa don't step

Watch what you step, watch what you rep

Fully, blicky

Brrrrr