[Intro]

(Lorenz, don't stop)

[Verse]

Same nigga from the hood, I still pull up on my old block

When it's time to slide, fuck a handgun, I might grab an old chop

Lorenz tag told me don't stop, and I won't stop

Shoot every gun out the bullet 'til the— damn

Shoot every bullet out the gun 'til that bitch lock

You seen New Jack City, you a Chris Rock

Hit the road, do a turn— ah

Hit the road, do a turnaround, I ain't stoppin' at no rest stops

I just rolled a three-five in the 'Wood for my dead opps

Bought some new Js from ShoeTrap, they was deadstock

Nighttime, you better run if you see a green or red dot

Fuck shootin' far away, I'm tryna get close and give a headshot

I know who got some drank, I'm 'bout to call and see what Tam got

My nigga said that it's death or jail and he dead now

My other nigga abide by the same rules, he in the feds now

Rap hustlin', real trapper, I'ma try and make a sale right now

Used to pull up on the plug, all I do is check the mail now

Used to buy weed from this one nigga, he a sale now

At one point in time, I was the middleman, I'm the man now

You say you gettin' money, whip some bands out

I know you a real freaky bitch, what your friends 'bout?

On some hot shit in broad day, whipped the fan out

They say I'm a different type of nigga, that I stand out

You went to hit a lick, it went bad, you should've planned it out

Niggas tried to cut my hand off when I had it out

You claim that you quit fuckin' with me, so what you mad about?

Thought about makin' a million dollars one day, I never had a doubt

I just be in the booth talkin' shit, I don't have to shout

You swear everybody know who you is, you don't have no clout

What I drink in lean just this week was a bad amount

My bitch don't like me to drink it, but when I do, me and her have it out

You ain't got shit to your name but a car, what you braggin' 'bout?

Big-body trucks, hard to back it out

A wouldn't let me smell the weed out the 'bow bag, I told him, "Bag it now"

He told me give him one or two days, me and him almost had it out

You must be smokin' Jokes Up, what you laughin' 'bout?

Go to the mall, see what I want and I'm cashin' out

Just look at tags for the size, I don't ask the amount

I wasn't gettin' no love on Instagram, now they addin' me now

Used to ride past niggas, now they flaggin' me down

Wonderin' if I really got the bag, they keep askin' around

I was gettin' love on everything, now they taxin' me now

They think 'cause I rap that I'm rich, I been havin' to lie

Quit hustlin', everybody still be askin' to shop

You actin' like VladTV, 'cause you askin' a lot

I don't wanna tell nobody, but I got Act' in my pop (Shit)

Heard somebody beatin' on the door, now I'm rackin' my Glock

Hop out the bushes on a nigga like Jack-in-the-box

Leave a nigga in his driveway, now he dead at his spot

You gotta replay this song 'cause I'm sayin' a lot

The bitches that you dream to fuck of, I stay on they mind

G-R-I-N-D Hard, I stay on my grind

Get a pint, grab two pops, pour an eight at a time

You only poured a one and a two, you wastin' your lines