[Intro]

(Fatt)

(Ay, Ay)

[Verse]

Aye, we the ones did all the shooting, them niggas get hit at and get on the internet flaggin’ (Flaggin’)

We never did no recruiting, these niggas my family, you play with my brothas I'm crashin’ (I’m crashin’)

Pop out the cut, and I'm shooting you better take cover, I'm turn me a nigga to Ashes (Ashes)

Feel like I been here before, you weren't with me, before i put all of this work for this bag

I can't see you I cartied my glasses, my lil’ Killa got red on his rag

All them bitch ass, broke ass rappers, got mad when thеy seen a young nigga shoot past them

Bro got so broke, he start sеllin’ his plasma

Play in [?] you gon' die in the plaza

Just past me, the switch, or the drac it don't matter

Before I got out, I'ma empty my Choppa

He dropped a diss, and I'm itchy as fuck in the bushes, I'm tryna pop out on a rapper

Soon as he walk out the house, we clapping (Clapping)

I done spent 20, some thousand, on fashion (On God)

Keep my nine, imma tote my ratchet

Shit go down I'ma up, then blast it

Nigga, you broke as bitch, how the fuck is you trapping?, you can't even do shit for ya mammy

I signed a deal, then i cashapp granny

I want ‘em dead, imma cashapp Tali

Smaky OD’d, and Lil’ Zai in the slammer

Nigga I'm having more weight, then a fat hoe

Heard he, “in love” with that bitch, but I stamped her (Stamper her)

If you want smoke, we gon’ give his ass cancer (Cancer)

I got more paper, than pull ups and pampers

First nigga, try me, I set the example (Example)

He try to flex a few racks I embarrassed ‘em

No, I don't love you, we not “getting married” (Married)

Bitch, better take what I give, and cherish it

I take ya hoe out to Checkers and Rally's

Speak on my name, I'ma spin like a Ferris Wheel

Ricky died, and I know he in hell still

Caught a body but he outta jail still

Tryna calm it down, I'm takin mad pills

I got more money, and bitches then last year

All these rappin’ ass niggas, I passed them

My new bitch bad, and my old hoe mad still

Nigga, I was just broke as the fuck like last year?

Now I'm having more pape, then the cashier

I can't fake it, I keep this shit pass real

I been poppin' these perkys, like Advil

Know you hear all this pain, in my adlibs

I be prayin’ I don't take a bad pill (Bad pill)

I got motion, I won't sign a bad deal

Louis V & Dior, that's the track gear (Yeah)

I’m this deep, in these streets but, I rap still (Yeah)

Aye, there go 12, let me tuck my switch

That is not my hoe, if you fucked my bitch

He is not on go, he ain’t bust his blick (Blick)

I just spent, 4 racks, on a brand new fit (Yeah)

[Outro]

I just spent, 4 racks, on a brand new fit (Yeah)