[Intro]

(Oh, 5StarChrome)

(Holiday Season)

Yeah

It’s the dawg

Yeah

(The commission)

[Verse]

When you think about it, Bishop wasn’t tripping not at all

If we make a plan you go against the plan that mean you ain’t my dawg

Niggas so worried about who got the gun nigga you shouldn’t even be involved

7.62’s come out the ‘Drac like [?] to your jaw

Think he was on the phone arguing with his bitch nigga ain’t even see the car

He heard footsteps then *knocking* ‘cause we don’t shoot from far

Brody get out and get up close fake gangster act like Ghost

Papi blend in with the smoke can’t get you I hit your folks

Really grew up with that nigga and played the corner with the ball

I made a dime off doing shh ready to drop it on the ball

Band for band you don’t stand a chance you know you can’t pop it with the ball 21B2159 I know how to work the sword

B22 G29 that’s me bouncing out the car

They left me in the cold till I was froze you better never trust the dawg

They know I been like this since a lil’ youngan

Play with this shit we go to hunting on my block this shit jumanji

Papi maneuver through the jungle he couldn’t beat me tried to jump me

He heard the shit lil’ Brody slumped him the dawg father bitch I’m Bumpy

My bitch flew from another country might get back on Perc’s ‘cause I’m getting nervous

I stay with five he know his purpose lil’ Brody play then I’mma burn him

I get why Nino smoked G-Money can’t see why Pachanga crossed Carlino

I pull up Pachanga you play with my people I get next to you I’m Benny Blanco

[?] call me lil’ [?] mommy see me she say [?] I bring my burner to the people

I’m in the window like I’m peoples she say I’m [?] [?]

She know what I do still call me [?] I’m hiding work by the [?]

She probably want me shooting free throws I don’t speak fair or see no

Pair evil over C-Notes my mama telling me be careful I send five to come and nail you

It ain’t no God that you know up in that sky that’s finna spear you

BK talking and I hear you at the bowl I got a clear view

Once you die that’s when they miss you

Once you die then they love you

Once you die I’ll be happy go to your grave and say fuck you and fuck every nigga who love you

Nigga I sold dope when the rent due

Bust your fucking head I intend to fentanyl, Heroin on the menu

Trap like a [?] style venue slept on the floor up in Ray room

Handling the dog like I’m Heysus bitch call my phone say I hate you

Brody said they mad ‘cause they ain’t you

Gave these niggas swag ain’t get a thank you

Brody got a bag busting bank moves

Shoot it from the wing we can play the paint to

Five like to rap but he can paint to

Ain’t show a bitch how that ‘Drac shoot

Door slide back hit a whole roof no ID gang we don’t know dude

They say ball got hit with some shit forty bulging off my hip

Used to be dirty as a jit before I ever signed a deal drop 230 on my kic’

Got a bitch car note plus a bitch rent on my kicks Drink a bitch life savings nigga sip after sip

I pull up big body Benz jump out long live the pimp

I swing that ‘drac for everytime I screamed long live the men

My money long as a bitch you don’t get paid if you miss

They get paid everytime I check a name off the list

Brody in the car till’ he sick ran through the yard hit the fence

Work the AR leave him drenched bro go guitar with the stick

Hit the garage swap the whip pull up striker like a pitch

Hop out fresher than a bitch like we ain’t fresh from off a hit

My mama used try to make me say this prayer before I layed down to sleep

I remember vividly I was fifteen first time BK watch me down the [?]

Niggas ain’t on it like we on it therefore they can’t come ‘round the street

My pistol on my hip when I walk outside the opps right down the street

They clown with wassaname and wassaname but they ain’t gon’ clown with me

I use to call on pounds but he a bitch now I keep the pound on me

Let a nigga go against this shit one time I’ll knock you off your fucking feet

This shit way deeper than rap everytime we talking on these fucking beats