[Intro]

(48Hz)

Prezzley P.'ll get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)

[Chorus]

It's too many fakes 'round, ayy

Nigga, we don't play, this ain't the playground

Ayy, two hundred shots wrapped in duct tape, what can you say now?

I stay far away from Henry County, that's like the jake town

Ayy, I swear to God I'm gone on these bitches, I can't wait 'round

My whole objective was to eat, I'm fillin' up my plate now

I got thirty bucks inside these Amiri jeans and I just skate 'round

Ayy, ayy, ayy, and if your bitch an opp, might gun your date down

[Verse]

Glock to your face, open the safe, nigga, lay down

Fifty bricks to Birmingham, Alabama off the Greyhound

I took them sticks straight up to Chiraq and then I stayed 'round

Uh, I'm ready for anothеr break-in, took my gate down

Take a look at that boy facе, he know I might jump his gate

Glock-19, might catch a case

These some Fendi sweatpants on my waist

I'm just gon' call Prezzley, that's my ace

Ayy, I don't fuck no more, but I fucked Tay

And I can't calm her down, that bitch too crazy

She still got my BMI check, pay me

They say that C4 be talkin' crazy

2013, Grady baby

I ain't seen Stunna in a long time, came a long way from blue Mercedes

I took his bitch, swallowed my babies

I'm rich, her boyfriend hook up cable

Too many thick horses in my stable

I'm Cain and Big 4 just like Abel

You see me flexin', it make you angry

Huh, how can you blame me?

Regular to you, but to Camp Creek, I'm just like Jay-Z

And it don't matter, whatever club I'm in, this bitch finna get rainy

You couldn't even see my brothers on that tape, that footage grainy

Ayy, he think C4 a pussy, he might try to stain me

Pour a four of Wock' and smoke a pound of these exotic strainsies

And I had a bitch, but all my bitches thought they was gon' change me

Nigga, you know I trap them bags from Washington Road all the way to Chamblee

[Chorus]

It's too many fakes 'round, ayy

Nigga, we don't play, this ain't the playground

Ayy, two hundred shots wrapped in duct tape, what can you say now?

I stay far away from Henry County, that's like the jake town

Ayy, I swear to God I'm gone on these bitches, I can't wait 'round

My whole objective was to eat, I'm fillin' up my plate now

I got thirty bucks inside these Amiri jeans and I just skate 'round

Ayy, ayy, ayy, and if your bitch an opp, might gun your date down

[Outro]

You gotta go crazy, you gotta, you know? You know?

Yeah, for sure, you just, you know, you just, you know?

You get near, you gotta go crazy, you gotta, you know?

You know, it don't be no, no handout, niggas don't be try to do no favors

Niggas be hatin', niggas don't want nobody to go harder than them or go, or go, you know? Get bigger than them

So you gon' learn this shit, these niggas be crazy as hell, you just gotta go crazy yourself, though

Like don't depend on them, don't ask no nigga for, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like if that shit happen, let that shit happen, though

But these niggas gettin', that shit, this shit gettin', gettin' different

Like these niggas Jackson, Peaches, and everything like that

You know? It's gettin' different

This shit gettin', this shit, this shit a fool