[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Yeah

[Chorus]

Tryna get the whole thing back in a long Cadillac

If the police spin, then we toast

I done came a long way, trappin' in the car like traffic in a four way, halfway to a whole

It just take long to bring back and the load ain't stamped

It's drought, fall straight to the floor

Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate, man

In the club, we spilling out Mo'

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't none of these rappers, they broke

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke

I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke

[Verse 1]

Took you back for a 2021, like twenty somethin' guns

In the twenty, all dubs from the shop

Wasn't no security or nothin', just me and my youngins

We gon' kill' em if we run into an opp

Topping that mix, like work your wrist

Trap hard in the bricks, no cream of the crop

When I see a rock, codeine, red Wock'

When dude spoke on me and he end up shot

When bruh switched and he end up popped

I sat back and watched, I'ma take my spot

I can't be stopped, I'm locking this pot

One whiff of this and it's clearing up snot

Even back then I was holdin' my chin

Knew I was gon' win, no way I'm not

Back when my momma got sick, had to give up minus ten

Would've gave up my life to save her

I can't change it, I'ma gangsta

Gun slangin' cold caser

Waited patient, niggas ain't come

Tough, don't tell me, come with eight guns

Number one in the wakeup

When I spend some to make some

When my best friend was a H bum

Nobody made it where I came from

[Chorus]

Tryna get the whole thing back in a long Cadillac

If the police spin, then we toast

I done came a long way, trappin' in the car like traffic in a four way, halfway to a whole

It just take long to bring back and the load ain't stamped

It's drought, fall straight to the floor

Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate, man

In the club, we spilling out Mo'

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't none of these rappers, they broke

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke

I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke

[Verse 2]

When I come through the city, need a ticket for the show

'Bout the same thing that I made for the smoke

Niggas, they air in the rain or the snow

I done bucked for it once, I can buck for one more

Asking for more but I'm telling 'em "No"

Look what they did when they didn't have hope

Right for the ball, went flat and my dawg turned back

If they ask why I'm cutting his throat

I gotta keep it close, even when I'm at a show

Niggas shirt get soaked, out here thinking I don't

Thought I felt turnt, then I upped my dose

Me, James, Baby, like five, ten hoes

PJ home, bop down, not ghost

Then it's drop top, red guts for the GOAT

Had to flip flop, white black on the truck

Tell these lil' punks in the streets I'm Trump, yeah

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Chorus]

Tryna get the whole thing back in a long Cadillac

If the police spin, then we toast

I done came a long way, trappin' in the car like traffic in a four way, halfway to a whole

It just take long to bring back and the load ain't stamped

It's drought, fall straight to the floor

Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate, man

In the club, we spilling out Mo'

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't none of these rappers, they broke

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke

Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote

I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke

I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke