[Chorus]
All of my crodies they keeping it real
All of my ratio coming in seals
I’m tryna fuck don’t care how you feel
Grippin the burner metal and steel
Walking with shooters you know
They gon kill’
Hop in da Beamer behind the wheel
Makin em' drop selling dem pills
We leavin the trenches
Straight to hills
Keepin it real
We Keepin it real
When we start beefin
Bitch you won’t heal
When we start beefin
Makin' blood spill
Pull up n drill
Diamonds so cold
Give you the chills
Tryna see mills
Brown And Blue bills
Beverly Hills
That’s where we’re headed
2+7 left in hell
There ain’t no heaven
[Verse 1]
Hoes claim that they love me
That ain’t a hundred
I disagree
You a big hoe
You a battri
You a fake hoe
Stick to acting
Why so demanding
Get to the dancing
We only banging
Why is you hanging
Stop this ranting
You part of a fraction
You overreacting get out of my mansion
Roll around with some trapstars
In the beamer it’s a fast car
Two glizzys in the bagpack
If 12 coming they gon back back
They running trapstars turn into trackstars
They ain’t going behind bars
Wearing all black
They ain’t ever lack
Wipe your nose
You know its time for a memoir
[Chorus]
All of my crodies they keeping it real
All of my ratio coming in sale
I’m tryna fuck don’t care how you feel
Grippin the burner metal and steel
Walking with shooters you know
They gon kill’
Hop in da Beamer behind the wheel
Makin em drop selling dem pills
We leavin the trenches
Straight to hills
Keepin it real
We Keepin it real
When we start beefin
Bitch you won’t heal
When we start beefin
Makin' blood spill
Pull up n drill
Diamonds so cold
Give you the chills
Tryna see mills
Brown And Blue bills
Beverly Hills
That’s where we’re headed
2+7 left in hell
There ain’t no heaven
[Verse 2]
With the gang on the come up
Free the bros that are getting locked up
Ain’t lacking ain’t never been shot up
Getting my money up
Stackin
Trappin
Pushing a brick
Extendo clip
Leaving with estrogen
You know we don’t miss
Shoes need a kiss
You turn to a lick
Flip like a bitch
Snotty nose look like your sick
You ain’t real you a capper
Where’s the seal? fake trapper
Busting the clip
Let that shit hit
When you switch up
A price on your head
Leaving you dead
Eating pencils
Guess you like lead
Fed you like go bread
She hopped in my bed
She giving me head
Fast lane baby all she said
All of my crodies they keepin it real
Said pass the glizzy
They will not heal
You movin places
They will all kneel
I’ll get you your codiene
It will be sealed
Trap on tour and makin em deals
House in the trench
I’m in the hills
Stackin my bills
While cronems drill
Vc for life we keepin it real
[Verse 3]
Keepin it real
We Keepin it real
When we start beefin
Bitch you won’t heal
No more beefin, let’s play some tag
I’m chasing the bag, tryna save mills
So i can brag that i have mills
Brown And Blue bills
Beverly hills
That’s where we headed
Leave em in hell
2+7 there ain’t no heaven
[Chorus]
All of my crodies they keeping it real
All of my ratio coming in sale
I’m tryna fuck don’t care how you feel
Grippin the burner metal and steel
Walking with shooters you know
They gon kill’
Hop in da Beamer behind the wheel
Makin em drop selling dem pills
We leavin the trenches
Straight to hills
Keepin it real
We Keepin it real
When we start beefin
Bitch you won’t heal
When we start beefin
Makin blood spill
Pull up n drill
Diamonds so cold
Give you the chills
Tryna see mills
Brown And Blue bills
Beverly Hills
That’s where we’re headed
2+7 left in hell
There ain’t no heaven