[Intro]

I left my home (I left my home)

To join the army (to join the army)

I left my home (I left my home)

To join the army (to join the army)

The day I left (the day I left)

My mama cried (my mama cried)

She thought that I (she thought that I)

Would surely die (would surely die)

(DanielWsp)

That's good

Ayy

That's

That's g- thas, yuhh, yahh (bass)

(bass) I know you hear that shit (bass)

(gang)

(gang) Aye, look

[Chorus]

We been running up bags out the bank

If n***a keep talking, get hit with the shank

And i ain't talking 'bout a red-hair pirate

I've been on a dead man diet

We put ya mans in some dank

If he wanna try it, then we send 'еm up like a pilot & tell him bye byе if he think

Track 'em down fast we gone ask him his rank, big wide body hummer this bitch like a tank

[Verse]

We fried to the sun up ain't worried bout drank

Watch a n***a get done up this shit not a prank

Thank you bitch, I'm the best to to be frank

I got franklins my pocket, no wonder they sank

Love my gelato, i'm smoking on stank

That’s the only way that I’m not drawling a blank

Deep in a tahoe, watch me catch up by tomorrow

King of the hill like I’m Hank

Push start the foreign, you hear that shit roaring, you know that it’s time for ya boy to get busy

Asking for pictures, that shit be annoying when most of y’all n***as came from the same city

Wasn’t there when I was down, but you mad that I’m wearing a crown and you wearing a kizzy

We get 'em knocked for that cappin' you do, better weigh out ya options like get 'em a skizzy

Go get that lil boy a scale

Unwrapping the package of pack from the fastest of mail

We get 'em whacked if he tell

Promise no way I can go back to rapping in jail

Walk in the back, what's the smell

N***a, that’s Dubb, you can trust he got gas for the sale

Watch how I’m cracking the shells

Pull up his spot like a n***a be tracking the cell

Chill for a minute

Please get the fuck off my line if you lying bout standing on business

Promise I made to my brother

Before imma die, imma try get my name in the Guinness

Hardest to grind & that’s ever, lil n***a

No way anybody predicting my finish

We take a shot where ya chin is

Or we gon' pop eyes, told 'em I need all the spinach

[Chorus]

We been running up bags out the bank

If n***a keep talking, get hit with the shank

And i ain't talking 'bout a red-hair pirate

I've been on a dead man diet

We put ya mans in some dank

If he wanna try it, then we send 'em up like a pilot & tell him bye bye if he think

Track 'em down fast we gone ask him his rank, big wide body hummer this bitch like a tank

[Outro]

I left my home (I left my home)

To join the army (to join the army)

I left my home (I left my home)

To join the army (to join the army)