[Intro]

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to steal for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to drill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t- c’mon

[Verse 1]

You drop fifty on a Carti’ I’ll rather steal one

Hit them niggas blocks sober, boy this ain’t no pill rush

Bro done walked off wit’ his blick, and it wasn’t even a real gun

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

He got popped and ain’t do shit, he ain’t got no real morals

They keep shootin’ from the corners, all them niggas drills borin’

Why you scared to come around? We don’t even steal Taurus

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

[Verse 2]

I done jumped so many gates it’s fuckin’ wit’ my ankles

Let the baby Draco take a break, I put it in the cradle

Steady postin’ button on my finch, died and got disabled

Bitch I get a drop, I pull up shootin’ like I’m Jason Tatum

Phil made me get a job, a nigga push up imma spank ‘em

Out the window blowin’ chop at a ninety degree angle

He ain’t comin’ out today, Lil’ Bro gon’ bake ‘em

I be touching bands off the rap, all my opps unstable (yeah, yeah, c’mon)

I don’t do no talkin’ to the Feds, put me in a holding

Shawty wanna talk about my past, that shit no important

Cuddii let his hair down on a ring like Samira Morgan

Popped that nigga daddy, almost turned Fern into a orphan

.40 bust his face, leave him lookin’ like a Demogorgon

We’ll triple spin a nigga block, make the strike orbit

I got an embarrassing amount of search warrants

I ain’t see his blood leakin’ on the ground, this niggas shirt absorbin’

[Verse 3]

Try me in the mall, I’ll bust a nigga head at Coach

Fuck around and catch a face shot on yo’ mornin’ stroke

We don’t even want this nigga dead, but we need them bowls

We turned Mir and Lil’ Skee to twizz, took both they poles

Jump out in some Ricks, knock a nigga out his Jordan 4’s

They ain’t did him shit ‘cause he a lick, them is not his bro’s

I was gettin’ booked for switch, now they tryna book for shows

Draco work wit’ the Illuminati it’ll take yo’ soul

[Verse 4]

She know I got court, she being petty tryna give me hickeys

My lil’ nigga asked me for a feature, told him “stick to bippin’”

Reach for anything you gon’ die, call it fifty-fifty

I sleep wit’ the chop more than my bitch ‘cause it got bigger titties

Send a drop, I’m jumpin’ out bare face like a grizzly

I’ll catch a body in some Lanvins fuck Dickies

Blowin’ fully on a ring, look like that block party in Philly

You couldn’t even hit a lick wit’ my gang you a sissy

[Outro]

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it

Everybody want that image but ain’t down to kill for it