Let’s go We know

That we finna make it

Gotta bring our fucking families up need that payment

Full throttle hand on a bottle Burt rubber on the pavement

Hope I don’t die but that’s the price you pay when you start racing

Better see me serving in that foreign going ape shit

Killing all my enemies score always erasing

Always in first never get stopped it’s my fucking favorite

So close to popping off Motherfuckers can almost taste it

But let me just say I’m moving way to motherfucking fast

Doing these lines all the time I need to relax

Heart is open left with a gash

Feeling deep wounds from the motherfucking past

Say I’m in first but it’s feels like last

Sig on me gonna hunt your ass

Smoke that boy not talking to ash

Shoot my shot they call me Nash

Listening to me I’m disgusting

But your bitch say that it’s bussing

Gangbangers hear this and love it

Ate the beat just like a munchkin

I take time to get my punch in

On my lyrics they’ve been slumping

To my flows they’ve been jumping

They don’t know me make assumptions

Fuck the Fake shit hate corruption

Tryna work where I don’t have to punch in

(Woah)

That’s some real shit not tryna be where I was before

Singing these songs to numb the pain on the low

Gerber on me finna cut your fade

Slice up your face any day

Steel don’t really fucking play

Punching shit like melee

I don’t really fucking play around

Need drugs just to compensate

Took this new bitch on a date

Then I told her I need some space

See I’m disgusting

All these bitches they been fussing

It’s thanksgiving time of loving

Sorry for being late I’m still coming tho

Getting high eat a plate an smoke another bowl

I’ll smoke until you fucking fold

Go ahead and roll another

Towels on the door will keep it covered

Feeling slick think we undercover

You smoke gas that make you stutter

You smoke dabs that look like butter

I got diamonds big ass cluster

That shit come from my brother

Wouldn’t trade shea for another

Getting money yeah he a hustler

He from boston but ima buster

Yall be sweet I call yall custard

Y’all getting dusty in the cupboard

Pull up with a gun I kill whoever

Killed a buster over Vendetta

Ain’t no rat but I like cheddar

Gerber on me finna cut yo head

See you disgusting

Choppa on me bitch been busting

Vodka on me no Russian

If im moving bitch im stumbling

So move out my way

I’ve been rocking out with soldiers

We gon hit you with the k

I’ve been moving with some pill poppers

Getting high so memories fade

I’ve been working with some real rockers

Making tunes that last for days

My ex was the deal breaker

So I took bitch away

Clip got as many rounds as your age

Fuck talking no need for exchange

Watching the blood come out your brain

Locked up because of all these chains

Wanna have shit yall can’t obtain

You can thank that bitch she’s the one to blame

That’s the only thing she can fucking claim