[Intro]

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Uh huh

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Bow

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[Verse 1]

Put this shit at a nigga face, leave a hole like a decimal

Since I got me some money, I got me some fame, these bitches just wanna get sexual

I ain't tryna go broke so I'm trappin and rappin I guess you could say that I'm flexible

Put my heart in the streets but my gun to the beef for the niggas who wanna get technical

If you out in them trenches you shootin at niggas you might wanna keep you a gun or two

If it's up then it's stuck, we don't play with that beef, catch a opp he get ate like a lunchable

I get bills like a Huxtable

In the trenches I'm comfortable

Four deep in a stolie, you hide we huntin you

We gon show you what tough will do

If we catch you, we meltin you

Just know if the feds come

I'ma tell 'em ion know nun

Hope my friends do the same

I just stay in my lane the bitches, the money, the cars, the shootin that came with the game

I don't fuck with no rat niggas, I'm just stackin my money learned that from the trap niggas

Hope god forgive all my sins cause I was out late tryna creep tryna clap niggas

[Verse 2]

Aye

She tell my I'm different, so when I die don't forget about me

I was one of them niggas who carried the hood on my back I just hope they gon spin about me

Bitch I get that money (huh)

Tryna rob me he must be a dummy

I get to shootin thats word to my daughter I up it a hollow tip rip through his skully

Pockets on chubby

Bitch in Kentucky, we never met but she tell me she love me

Should be in prison all of the shit that I did but I'm blessed or it's either I'm lucky

Jammed up my feelings, I started drillin'

I fell in love with them gun sounds

He ain't drop from the Glock, so we doublin back, when I hop out the car it's just MAC rounds

[Verse 3]

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And I put it on bro, I won't switch on my niggas for nothin

It's like sellin my soul, hidden agenda that's probably why I ain't been trustin'

Perc 10, I be bussin'

Catch 'em we rush 'em we ain't with none of that bluffin

Perc 10, I be bussin'

Catch 'em we rush 'em we ain't with none of that bluffin

Mommy know I'm a gangster, I be tryin my best not to show her that side of me

I'm just hopin she proud of me, even though I be shootin and fuckin with robberies

Tryna earn me some properties, but the chance of me make it be harder than lotteries

.45 on the side of me, to protect me from niggas who plottin on tryin me

Niggas know I get active, not just a rapper, try me I turn on my savage

Bullets go through his cabbage, he in a casket then I go flyout to Paris

Tryna be livin' lavish, I could remember them days I was cuffed in that wagon

We ain't tryna go backwards, but if it's smoke I could turn a lil nigga to ashes (aye)

[outro]

Bow

Bow bow bow

Uh, I could turn a lil nigga to ashes

(We ain't tryna go) we ain't tryna go backwards

Uh, we ain't tryna go backwards

Long live Reso, uh

Long live Tight, ugh