Released on November 4, 2021

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Yeah

Aye

Two hundred thousand twenties nigga that's a real bankroll

Sometimes I just wanna kill people like Tadoe

A hundred on the chop and the barrel got a potato

And my people just called with some work, that shit was Fuego

I got real killers do it when I say so, like I'm Simon

Get a nigga snatched up his people prolly never find him

The shit my niggas wit', really should have been on gangland

Heard your main shooter turned star witness and took the stand

That's why I pull my own stunts in the field, just like Jackie Chan

Chef Boyartell, I'm the coldest with the pots and pans

All gas, no brakes make you move out my way

Talking crazy, I can get your life took before you blink

Put the 40 to his neck I heard the nigga like to drink

My youngin got some loose screws put a nigga out his shoes

I'm in the dog right now, that mean I'm mixing up the food

Amiri shopping right now, that mean I'm looking for some blues

Light clues im a hundred thousand in on jewels

Big moves, yeah, I been looking into real estate

Sitting back observing shit, I'm tryna see who really fake

Fucking with my little bitch from LA she a CNA

Niggas late shit I really been doing this for some years

Check my resume, they gon tell you everything fax

I say I quit drank every day somehow, I found my way back

Niggas sending death threats off Instagrams, I brought out eight straps

Riding round looking for them niggas like where they stay at?

I think I see somebody in my rear-view mirror, where my K at?

Guarantee they pull on the side of me that's where they lay at

Big motor in the track let off some shots and stab off

My baby scam down in the yayo, call him Bernie Madoff

This bitch just suck the soul out me, asked her what the bag cost

The nigga said he was the plug, I asked him what the slab cost?

I got pillows of the Vezzo, it look like some bath salt