Uhhh

Spend a bag and make it back quick

Yea, I'm talking bout them racks

These niggas average

Counting money is my muh fucking passion

Back in school, tell a lame match my fashion

Graduated with my crew, we was riding

Sliding, diamonds on my neck, I ain't trying

To prove shit, but I think these lil niggas clueless

Who this? yea it's KV on his movement

Quick

Work hard then I take a trip

Shit

Stay far from relation

Ships

And these bitches stay choosing

Stay winning kuz a nigga can't be losing

And if you put me on a beat, imma rip that

Flip that, spend it, make it back, and then I sit back

Swift shit, and I'm on the clock, I gotta clock out

On that block with my bro's , with the Glock out

Uhhhhh

Might put me in the cell nigga

Let me go, and you know I ain't tеll nigga

You heard my song, yea I had to pay that bail nigga

Interrogation, in that room high as hеll nigga

Ain't no proof that I shoot, you on' know me

Ion know you

Who got shot? I said who?

Bodies drop around two

Uhhhh

Yea they drop around two

I grip up, where the tools?

Call up bro, send them too

Uhhh

Slide

All my niggas ride, if they shooting

Yea I'm shooting, not gon let em die

They my brodies, they my whodies

Known em since a child

We was chilling on that field, where real niggas died

Uhhh