[Intro]

Yuh

[Verse]

Real street nigga, fuck yo' comparison

Choppa on me, I think it's Lil Darius

I pull up on yo' block and edit shit

Out on a stretcher, nigga I'll carry you

You don't know how to trap, no comparing

Nigga I'm gangster, better be wary

Don't play with me nigga, 'cause I'm popping shit

I like a hood hoe, lil [?]

Yeah, you rap this shit, but you ain't 'bout this shit

Cook the 62, a big accomplishment

Work my wrist, yeah that bitch astonishing

They better give me my own goddamn monument

You ask for credit, I'mma [?] shit

We pull up on your block and demolish it

I got a sombrero from my Mexican

I got a face tat from my Somalian

Shoot up whatever hole you hiding in

None but 4 O Audi's I'm driving in

Wish BK was here, he'd be proud of me

I let him drive and smoke the loud wit' me

When I was fucked up, he held it down for me

Came up doing burglaries and robberies

Better think twice, you thinking 'bout robbing me

Up the stick, I don't do no arguing

Lookout told me what kinda car you in

Shoot you in your shit soon as you park your shit

Y'all niggas moving like the narcs again

My bitch don't like when I come home starting shit

Jump back in the car, push a button to start this shit

Robin's down, used to wear that Starter shit

Bitches used to laugh, they was dogging me

Now the same hoes can't stop calling me

Married to the streets, I can't give you all of me

Switch my MAC, the detectives onto me

I get locked, Nephew pick up the phone for me

That's the bro, he never did no wrong to me

If I can't swallow the work, I'm throwing it

Twelve get behind me, I'm blowing it