Released on March 28, 2025

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[Intro]

Hmm…


[Verse]

Before I go finish, the fuck is the judge tryna give me a sentence?

We caught him up before he finished his sentence

I don’t really know why they say I’m a menace

We pull up black truck, chow for the bitches

300 blackout, ride on glitches

We cruise the city, we ride on switches

Your ho on my phone, keep ringin’ my line

I’m tryna trap, tryna run up the digits

He blowin’ the field like he George Pickens

If they throw a bullet, then I’m tryna pick it

For sure, niggas know I’ma go

I don’t like to hang, and I don’t like to kick it

Bro caught an opp and he made him drop

Nigga tried to truck, and he got his fitted

Fuck all the pressure, they know that I’m with it

I hit the hole like I’m Lynch and I’m dippin’

I’m in Cali, I’m smokin’ on dank

These broke-ass niggas be smokin’ on kush

I pop-locked on one of my opps

He was so fast, that boy Reggie Bush

I feel like Hurst when I go for the first

Niggas just gotta get behind me and push

Nigga was braggin’, rap ‘bout shit he had — but look

That shit got took

Hop out the car, I’ma hit my target

I just gotta see how that dumb nigga look

And the trap don’t stop, we gon’ run this shit up

Know a opp got shot and the story ain’t done

I’m rich and I’m dangerous, I don’t give a fuck

If she tryna backdoor me, send her up — yeah

We tryna slide and catch a opp tonight

Some lil’ bitch tryna chew this dick

She set me up? Then she gon’ die

I don’t need bitches, I need my gun

Nigga, I’m tryna slide outside, might fight

First nigga play, then the first nigga lay

We tryna put a nigga up in the sky

Percs, Xans, billions, bitch

Them type pills I’ma fuckin’

Lambs, ‘Cats, ‘Strats — I come trim

Those the cars I drive

Nigga, this shit on the floor, anywhere I go

Gotta walk with a stick and a pole

Nigga, I’m like a fiend when it come to the beef

Niggas know me, I want all the smoke

Niggas can’t name no time I ain’t blow my gun

I like to up the score

Most of these niggas be actin’ like—

They got paid, niggas be broke and po’

Opps tried sprint through my block, had to blow through the goose

I had to shoot through the coat

He had a shot on me, that nigga missed

We just gon’ say that that dumb nigga choked