[Intro]

Could ask anybody they gon’ tell you I’m-this really that

[Verse 1]

Bounce out the car he took flight, you’ll think that he ran track

He was aiming for his face, he made us put em in his back

We leave the gram for the bitches, we don’t do The tip for tap

We just put that hot shit on niggas, you can’t get them back

Niggas hanging out on corners, they gon die on

A drill beat the only thing them little niggas slide on

G-23 with a button Ion care If it’s five of them

They jump In the wheel I’m tryna kill told Brodie follow them

They don’t see me I’m too sneaky I be creeping look like halo man

Ya big homie got his gun took, this the nigga that y’all following?

She don’t suck dick she gettin’ kicked I ain’t with all the childish shit

Push a button let it glide I ain’t even gotta drive this bitch 2024 push button doors I’m in some stylist shit

[Break 1]

Tell her friends “I’m that nigga”, It’s a killer who she riding with

Funeral and wakes we put the, opps through all kind of shit

We gon shoot try and knock you out ya boots, Fuck all the hollering

[Verse 2]

The way little bro shoot you’ll think he tryna get a scholarship

Flame ya whole block broad day they say we wild as shit

Papi really that them niggas, popped they really ass

Drop my name in a diss Hoping they will get a mention Hit ya block with a switch, we turned niggas into victims

Bitch ass so fat every time she walk, look like she twitching

Little bro will dump it and then reload it that, lil’ nigga go to glitching

We was taught to get on close we don’t be shooting from a distance

We stand over niggas personally make sure them niggas feel it

I ain’t the type to go diss for diss nigga I’ll kill you

You had a run when we was young but that shit dead you niggas finished

I really pop out with a button and 30k like fuck the gimmick

Shiesty on they know it’s me cause I ain’t tuck the pendant

[Break 2]

We call Brody trampoline he catch a opp and he gon flip him

Long nose G-17 this bitch like Scotty Pippen

She see Papi scratching itching, tell her friend “Like papi Tripping”

[Verse 3]

I got bucks, sluts, shut the fuck up and mind ya business

I’m a product of the trenches aim at ya noggin and we split it

If Ain’t No Profit I ain’t with it I need money, dollars digits

Johnny impala sliding tinted soon as we spot him hop out get him

He tried to run and went to trippin’ soon as he stumbled brody flicked him

He got stood over he was finished we pull off sliding laughing giggling

They know we wild they know we vicious we treat the Johnny like a stick shift

Who gon say that I ain’t that?

I put that bag on your head and that’s a wrap

I had that bag way before I ever thought about a rap

I’m known for jumping out robbing sliding Audi’s back to back and when you see me on that corner you know papi got that sack

I’m the heroin man around my way I serve the smack

I leave most them niggas sick cause I put dick up in they bitch

I bounce out fresh as fuck two hundred thousand for my kick

I got dog I got pit but I’m tryna go legit

He signed a deal for sixty thousand shit I drop that on my wrist

He went and brought a 36 I would’ve got that for my bitch

When we shoot we don’t miss all net it sound like (Kush, kush, kush)

We gon empty out the clip before we jump back in the whip

They rap about made up shootings that shit don’t even exist

[Break 3]

Drop diss after diss and they still ain’t did shit

Drop addy’s to every show but them niggas never slid

Bro said “Why I’m still into beef when I’m starting to get big”

[Verse 4]

I could be 20 million up that ain’t gon change the way I live

They started smoke they gotta go them niggas know

Just what they did

We got the drop by three o’clock we came through shooting up the crib

Stick in a knot It make it hard for me try to tuck in it

He did some floss shit one time I never fucked with him again

He dropped at the bus stop they’ll never catch the bus again

Twenty thousand in Amiri’s it’s a light day I bust on her lip then I dip I wish I might stay

It’s one in the head in her bed I wish she might play

I get to that pot throw on that glove I feel like Mike J

I done seen and did a lot of shit I can’t not say

Lil’ Brody shoot tryna execute get you out my way

You brought a deuce and tried to bring it back Fuck out my face

You’ll think the gang do graffiti cause we all spray

Shit was never easy me and brody came from hard days

They caught him with his bitch and let it flick then made him part ways

A whole month straight we gave the opps a bunch of dark days

[Outro]

Niggas can’t fuck with me dawg like word to bro