[Verse]

Posted on the block and the Feds hot

If you trynna run, get a backshot

Everything white in the trap spot

Feds coming back to the trap spot

I don't think he really wanna try me

Won't stop shooting 'till it's empty

You say you getting bandz, but you couldn't be

Riding through your hood in a Bentley

You ain't getting band, get your swag up

Hittaz doing hits and they masked up

You say you counting band, get your bag up

Nigga try me, get bagged up

Doing 150 in the Jag truck

The nigga with the 30 better bag up

You ain't getting money, you bad luck

Bandz after bandz, they add up

All these niggas acting like they know me

I guess it's 'cuz I'm balling like I'm Kobe

Jigga he a shooter like Ginóbili

Kill a fuck nigga if he owe me

I saw the opps talking to the police

Riding in a Benz truck 4 deep

Leave a fuck nigga dying slowly

Then lay low from the police

Fresh head to toe, I'm designed up

Catch an opp nigga, he get lined up

A lot of real niggas they behind us

Posted on the block with the 9 tucked

Shooters, they will put you on a T-Shirt

See a fuck nigga, up the heat first

All that sneak dissing get your team murked

Bodies they be dropping 'cuz my team first

I ain't up next, bitch I'm up now

Yo main ho get buzzed down

All these thots get buzzed down

100 in the K, now it's man down

Catch him, Imma feel him up with hot shit

Ridin' through my block, making cops flip

R.I.P. my niggas that's not here

Your niggas fake, they not real

It's real in the field, so I don't lack

Got a 'Rari with the Forgi's painted all black

If you hating on my squad you need to fall back

Riding through the opps hood, now they all whacked

All these diamonds in my chain, bitch I'm iced out

Banger on me, if you on me, then it's lights out

Coming through your front door with the pipes out

All my niggas trynna blow, so it's man down

Ballin like I'm in the league I'm goin' crazy

Bitches see me and they go crazy

Niggas from my hood shoot daily

Catch them, then I'm shooting like KD

If you want beef, we will spray

I'm in Neimans and I spent a 100 bandz

I'm getting money and you know I'm the man

Bitch I'm ballin', got a bitch in my Lamb

Ain't no lackin' in the case you get caught up in the [?]

I'm in traffic with the racks and I'm blammin'

If he talkin' then the chopper leave him layin'

Bullets hit a nigga, leave him where whe stand

Cop the foreign, off the lot I'm getting bandz

Homicide on your block, now he layin'

I got shooters that will shoot you, they ain't playin'

If you catch you while it's on him then we sprayin'