[Chorus]
(Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I ain't gon' say too much, but free my dog up out them chains
Yeah, I can not switch for no buck, swear to God I'll never change
Yeah, what you gon' do? Got Drac' in the spray ground
Hop-hop out the whip, get layed down
Try to jump on this wave, you late now
Bi-bitch, I'm paid, what the fuck they gon' say now?
Yeah, I was juggin', tryna come up somethin'
Stealin' my swag, that boy my son
They used to hate, now they sing my songs
Skrrt off on jakes, bitch, fuck the law
Blunt full of Runtz, this gas pack, yeah (Gas pack, gas pack)
Slime shooting shit like Mad Max, uh
Walk-in store, pop a tag
Bitch, I remember days I couldn't have that, yuh
Can't come 'round, bitch mad at us
Tryna come up, dog shit bag on us
Tryna slide, nigga might catch a hat with us
Twin gon' bend if I make one call
It's me and bro 'til the end, fuck y'all
Shootin' shit like, damn, we ball
Me-me and Zay, we been them young niggas
That boy out sad, he know he can't fuck with us
Why you cap, you ain't seen no hun-dun
Luch in the trap, tryna scrape up somethin'
Y'all ain't show love, I ain't givin' nothin'
.4-45 bullets get hot like sun
Care for you, baby, you my one
I ain't been straight but I swear I'm good
This one-man army, I don't need no one
Blicks all on me, I could walk in yo' hood, yuh (Hood)
[Verse]
Lock in the stu', yeah, I'm going dumb
Money moves, ho, don't waste my time
Say you with that boy, you know you not
In that field, boy, you gon' get crossed
[Chorus]
(Damn, damn, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't gon' say too much, but free my dog up out them chains
Yeah, I can not switch for no buck, swear to God I'll never change
Yeah, what you gon' do? Got Drac' in the spray ground
Hop-hop out the whip, get layed down
Try to jump on this wave, you late now
Bi-bitch, I'm paid, what the fuck they gon' say now?
Yeah, I was juggin', tryna come up somethin'
Stealin' my swag, that boy my son
They used to hate, now they sing my songs
Skrrt off on jakes, bitch, fuck the law
Blunt full of Runtz, this gas pack, yeah (Gas pack, gas pack)
Slime shooting shit like Mad Max, uh
Walk-in store, pop a tag
Bitch, I remember days I couldn't have that, yuh
Can't come 'round, bitch mad at us
Tryna come up, dog shit bag on us
Tryna slide, nigga might catch a hat with us
Twin gon' bend if I make one call
It's me and bro 'til the end, fuck y'all
Shootin' shit like, damn, we ball
Me and Zay, we been them young niggas
That boy out sad, he know he can't fuck with us
Why you cap, you ain't seen no hun-dun
Luch in the trap, tryna scrape up somethin'
Y'all ain't show love, I ain't givin' nothin'
.4-45 bullets get hot like sun
Care for you, baby, you my one
I ain't been straight but I swear I'm good
This one-man army, I don't need no one
Blicks all on me, I could walk in yo' hood, yuh
[Outro]
(Go, bitch, yeah, yeah)