Lyrics : Lil Tjay/Fivio Foreign/Taurus Bartlett/Thomas Horton/Tahj Vaughn/David McDowell/Luis Campozano/Brendan Walsh
Music : Lil Tjay/Fivio Foreign/Taurus Bartlett/Thomas Horton/Tahj Vaughn/David McDowell/Luis Campozano/Brendan Walsh
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Tahj Money
Dmac on the ****ing trac
Bordeaux and Non Native
I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin'
I remember rain, sled in snow, I was hustlin'
Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government
Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga , I ain't tusslin'
Catfish, he don't really know who he ****ing wit
Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it
Had the undertaker at your tomb, stone shovelin'
Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint
Made it out thе field with some nigga s I was thuggin' with
We'll sеnd some shots through they crowd while they huddlin'
I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussing it
Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan
Old bitches trippin', cut her off like a Backwood
Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood
Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (Yeah, uh, uh)
Walk down on 'em, make sure you get clapped good (Uh, uh)
I feel like the man of the hour (I do)
This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power (Brr)
He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward
Ayy, uh, uh
Go lookin' for him every hour, uh
I 'member nights in the tower (I do)
She suckin' my dick out the showe
Tell her, "Be quiet," she told me, "**** me even louder
Ayy, ayy, uh
Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up)
All of your sneakers is beat up (They are)
Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up)
You see the police and we speed up
Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us)
Uh, yeah, they tryna find us
But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow)
She wanna chill with me and all my nigga s (She do)
She get extra freaky off the liquor (Uh), uh
She told us that she got a man (What?)
So we extra sneaky when I'm with her
She a lil' bad broad (Uh), she wanna go mad far (Uh-uh)
Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car, uh
Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same
Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain
Tryna go on like a vet in the game, put respect on my name
No security, I flex with the gang, I'm a real one
Reminiscin' about all of my decisions
And based on the way I was livin', I was runnin' through the phantom
Couple nigga s disrespectin', we done killed them
Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one
Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns
nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son
Rap beef, **** the the cap, I'ma drill som
Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb
Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin'
Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him
Headshot or a lifelong sentence, what you need for them to label you a real one