[Intro: SipTee]

(Zay got the bass, the 808 slappin')

Uh, yeah

I feel the safest in the hood with killers, you know I know where the trap be

If I want 'em dead, we gon' get 'em gone, l’m

Telling you, this ain’t no rap beef

[Chorus: SipTee]

I feel the safest in the hood with killers, you know I know where the trap be

If I want 'em dead, we gon' get 'em gone, l’m

Telling you, this ain’t no rap beef

See you at the club, ain’t showing no love, I’m turning this bitch to a track meet

I done got too much money, I ain't fighting no more, but I use to beat shit up like Zach B

Man, I ran up and I’m goin' farther than far, been goin' hardеr then hard

Killers on demand, thеy know I’m the youngest in charge, this za got me standing on Mars

All my people straight, I done sent plenty check through them bars, I been pullin' up, foreign cars

Just get out the way 'cause these tires be leaving a mark, I won't ever put it park

[Verse 1: SipTee]

Back of the wrath, a young nigga be sleeping in style, okay, okay, okay

Brand new AP, I spend like 60K on a watch, okay, okay, okay

Tired of this house, I’ma get me four stories tomorrow, okay, okay, okay

But when I'm in the trenches, I'm still feeling safe on the block, okay, okay, okay, yeah-yeah

Used to be broke, niggas mad that my racks up

Niggas thought I had seat belt, said I’m strapped up

She ain’t seen me in years, this a Lamb' truck

Ain’t talking round of applause, he got clapped up like care if you act, you get snatch up

Aaron Donald with ya bitch, got a sack up

They can't handle me, I made 'em call for back up

We be all in the hood like we jacked up

[Chorus: SipTee & $upe]

I feel the safest in the hood with killers, you know I know where the trap be

If I want 'em dead, we gon' get 'em gone, l’m

Telling you, this ain’t no rap beef

See you at the club, ain’t showing no love, I’m turning this bitch to a track meet

I done got too much money, ain't fighting no more, but I use to beat shit up like Zach B

Man, I ran up and I’m goin' farther than far, been goin' harder then hard (Goin' harder than hard)

Killers on demand, they know I’m the youngest in charge (Uh, yeah), this za got me standing on Mars

All my people straight, I done sent plenty check through them bars (Uh, yeah), I been pullin' up, foreign cars (Pullin' up, foreign cars)

Just get out the way 'cause these tires be leaving a mark (Uh, yeah), I won't ever put it park (Yeah-yeah)

[Verse 2: $upe]

I get on my knees and I pray, then I get off my ass and go get it (Go get it)

Two glizzys, I came out the trenches

I can die right now, but the world gon' keep spinnin', I get it, free Thugger, we ran up them digits (We ran up them digits)

These niggas that with me bear arms like a grizzly (Right)

These hoes stickin' to me these hundreds, they sticky

Stackin' shit up, I ain't do no simpin' (Nah)

My shirt fear of God, so I put on these Christian (I'm putting shit on)

Ain't no squares in my circle, I'm better (I'm better)

And this B double G shit forever (This shit forever)

She was broke 'til I put her together, this chain or my bitch I don't know who be wetter (Uh)

I'm big playa, Hugh Heffner could never (He could never)

She know I'm trap baby, fo' sure

Pockets stuff but I still want some mo'

I can’t wait on no nigga, I go

Stuck in the hole with no shovel, real niggas, they dig what I'm sayin' (They dig what I'm sayin')

Cool ass nigga, but that don't mean come 'round here playin' (Come 'round here playin')

Spend the night, bag for what lil' bitch know, she ain't stayin' (Know she gone)

Niggas thought he fuck my bih 'til she turn around ask what he payin'

Bitch, I'm the man (Bitch, I'm the man)

[Chorus: SipTee]

I feel the safest in the hood with killers, you know I know where the trap be

If I want 'em dead, we gon' get 'em gone, l’m

Telling you, this ain’t no rap beef

See you at the club, ain’t showing no love, I’m turning this bitch to a track meet

I done got too much money, I ain't fighting no more, but I use to beat shit up like Zach B

Man, I ran up and I’m goin' farther than far, been goin' harder then hard

Killers on demand, they know I’m the youngest in charge, this za got me standing on Mars

All my people straight, I done sent plenty check through them bars, I been pullin' up, foreign cars

Just get out the way 'cause these tires be leaving a mark, I won't ever put it park

[Outro]

Uh-huh