Released on July 29, 2018

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You scared?, cuz you good?-

Hol' on, Hol' on, Hol' on, you come into my house, dontcha ever bring scared business to me- you looking at the toughest rasta-Jamaican in the United States of America, I run shit, I kill for nothing, [?]

Blowing big woods like ox

Prolly chillin with ma pops

Cop a play in tha SRT or go and get the newest drop

It's nigga's heyday we on top

We only drink if it's straight drops

Smoke a QP of cookie, every week like I got crops

Snatched the feds, not the oops, never sitting in one spot

Between me and Q, we got at least 200 shots

2 choppas, 2 Glocks, everything fully stocked

And green beams on our guns cuz it's a go, we see the oops

That's my dawg, you know we been here for two in a row and yeah we double back on Halloween, fo' tens and hoes

Pockets stuffed, I got a dub in all dubs on the O'

I done bossed my life up, I owe it all to the road

Heard you still barely hustling, you barely copping a bowl

I just put 40 up but I copped with 20 mo'

Last year around this time I swear to god that I was broke

I won't go back there no more, fuck gambling in these hoes

(Remember when I told you owe me one nigga, remember when I told you owe me one, well listen to this, no-listen here,this is it)

I got killas that's my best friends, and unc' still the Bird Man

If he don't cop a half or better, we don't even serve them

If we put them choppas on you, you gone have to see a surgeon

Ask about me in my hood, nigga I've been workin'

Pull up on 7 mile come see this shit bout purging

You can't even go to yo hood boy you worthless

My next opp a jeweler, iced the Taliban turban

Srt for summer, winter time I need a bird man

Finna pineapple, only thing I pour my syrup in

I know I just got back, but tomorrow I'm on tour again

I've been going crazy, ain't fuckin with my lady

On the road daily, them turn arounds crazy

I ran up a check on they ass cuz they lazy

And I don't fuck with them weird niggas, they fugazi

Money still coming, they can't stomach it, they hate me

But they won't play with me, them DO's like the Navy