[Intro]

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[Verse]

Choppin', re-rockin' the dope on the regular

Numbers so low that I beat my competitor

Stick on me, this is not a Beretta though

When Auntie get sick, I'm the one with the antidote

5.56 split a little nigga cantaloupe

You ain't got no dope, what the fuck is you trappin' for?

You ain't got no pole, why the fuck is you actin' for?

Pull this stick out my jeans, I ain't tryna go back and forth

Bitch, Pap want an Audi, don't want an Aventador

Board this bitch twice, just in case they try to hit the door

Stick in my jeans, bitch, you know what I'm livin' for

If the dogs get in this bitch, make sure you flush it all

Papi sell straight drop, no touchin' bust at all

Auntie took a hit, damn near bust her fuckin' jaw

I ain't hit it with cut, bitch, I'm leavin' it raw

Servеd Unc what he want, got my cash and I'm gone

Got shooters in thе tree like Curious George

What the fuck is you bein' all curious for?

I'll throw a nigga off, I be steerin' 'em wrong

If he think I'm dumb, I'ma play right along

When it's up then it's up, I'm outside of your home

And the 5.56 gon' go through your dome

Cuz asked why the hell did I do him so wrong

'Cause he was re-rockin' and choppin' my zones

He think I ain't knew, but I knew all along

I don't talk much, I don't speak on the phone

'Fore I hang with some pussies, I'll hang all alone

Rob a nigga and act like I ain't do nothin' wrong

Doin' high speeds in the 7, can't catch me, I'm gone

If the police get behind me, I'm leadin' them on

Hundred sticks in this bitch like Sylvester Stallone

I'll beat a bitch up like Sylvester Stallone

I'm a one man army, Sylvester Stallone

Rag tied to the side like Sylvester Stallone

Work strong as a bitch like Sylvester Stallone

I got old money like Sylvester Stallone

Wanna bring cuz back, but they took him, he gone

That shit fuck with my mind every time I'm alone

Feel like pullin' the 'Rari or somethin'

Jump out with the stick, go retarded or somethin'

Papi hit a lick, he got all kind of money

Fives, tens, twenties and fifties and hunnids

Got cameras on the trap, I can see when you comin'

Don't feed me no food, bitch, feed me some money

In the kitchen all night, I don't sleep, I'm a junkie

Under any circumstance, better keep it a hunnid

Stand tall like a man and stand on your word

I remember late night, used to trap on the curb

You ain't in the street nigga, you was raised in the burbs

Pull up shootin' shit, nigga, what's the word?

If you don't fuck with me, genuinely tell me now

Ain't no love lost, just stay the fuck from 'round me

You can leave me wherever you found me

I guarantee I pull right back up in a Audi

I gave my all to the trap, you don't know about it

And got a nigga life savings in my closet

Bunch of B.B. Simons and Robins

Came from sellin' heroin and robbin'

Bitch, my mind polluted, I got problems

Up the glick, bitch, I don't like talking

Give a fuck how serious it is, I can solve it

Pap got Glocks, don't like revolvers

Give a fuck if a hunnid years come with them charges

I ain't runnin' my mouth regardless

It ain't 'bout being the richest, it's 'bout being the smartest

Nigga, use your brain, you fuckin' retarded