[Intro]

(DamJonBoi)

[Verse 1: TrDdee]

When the tipoff? I been waitin' just to ball

I ain’t telling you shit, just give me my call

Sick I have to cut you off, I thought you was my dog

Fuck I look like chasin' hoes? Man, I don't even dog

I can’t leave the crib without my Glocky, it's a part of me

If I miss your ass, you really lucky, play the lottery

Wanna be like me, I'm disrespected by you mockin' me

Always jumpin' Shitty 'cause I know my haters watchin' me

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Jeans by Amiri, hoodie Gallery (Yeah)

Your bitch say she love me, oh, that's flattering (Aw)

Need a check, you want me at your gathering

I’m at Action Impact for attachments, told ’em, "Ladder me" (Brrt)

Bro like shootin' rappers, think he Cole Bennett (Baow)

He thought she was loyal, but these hoes wicked (Nah)

AR got a scope, could pop him long distance

I don’t want that lil' neck if it don't leave my toes twitching (Phew)

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Phew, brrt, yeah

LAX to ATL and then I'm back to the D

Catchin’ Z's off the red, sippin' Act' in my sleep

It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream

Why I try to fit a hundred in my jeans? Ripped the seams

Chula, flip phone beatin', I ain't seen 'em, it's a fiend

Had my dick down her throat, why you think that bitch a queen?

Forty got a double cup, stand and sleep, Mr. Bean

Life a movie, but I'm here, shit, I wouldn't switch a scene

[Verse 4: TrDee]

I won't switch teams, Tim Duncan on the Spurs

He thought he was street until we left him on the curb

Fucked a couple niggas' bitches, know they feelings hurt

He wanted some clout, so we put him on a shirt

You can't come around if you ain't fam' or the gang

Brodie makin' hits just like a rapper, get a chain

You be with some centers tryna shoot, ain't got no aim

I'm forever straight, just roll a 'Wood for the pain

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Money on your top, all my killers know is get you

It's a dirty game, so you know I tote the pistol

Life too short for playing, catch an opp and blow the whistle

Bro'll wipe your nose quicker than you blow a tissue

Dior on my feet, Ksubi denim on my ass

Thinkin' 'bout some bitches, you ain't thinkin' 'bout no bag

If it ain't no flght, then I ain't thinkin' 'bout no class

Snatch it off the shelf, bitch, I ain't peepin' at no tag

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

(Brrt, yeah)

If it's paper on your head, gon' bring the wood and turn you to a spliff

Cursed with demons, but I'm in the field, I turned it to a gift

When I'm gettin' off, it's not like you, ain't workin' on the shift

I'm the type to up a pole, you the type be runnin' home

You the type to spend some cash, I bet I pull up, punch the store

Unky in the kitchen with more babies than an orphanage

You ain't get your glasses from a buffalo, them porcelain

Paul Revere, pull up on the opps, I'm horsin' 'em

[Outro: BabyTron]

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