Headshot

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Tahj Money

Dmac on the fuckin' track

Bordeaux and Non Native

I'm the one tried to make a way when we was strugglin'

I remember rain, sleet, snow, I was hustlin'

Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government

Glock in this Louis pouch, ****, I aint tusslin'

Catfish, he don't really know who he fuckin' with

Opps send a message, grab the Drac' to rebuttal it

Had the undertaker at your tombstone shovelin'

Hell yeah, hollows 'bout to chew 'em like some Doublemint

Made it out the field with some **** I was thuggin' with

We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin'

I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it

Tryna make a flip, I need that Rolls Royce Cullinan

Old bitch is trippin', cut her off like a Backwood

Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood

Killers anonymous, black mask and black hoods

Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good

I feel like the man of the hour (I do!)

This gun on me, I'm the man in the power (Gun on me)

He never talk to my face, your man is a coward (Nah, aye, uh, uh)

Go lookin' for him every hour (Uh)

I 'member nights in the tower (I do)

She suckin' my dick out the shower

Tell her be quiet, she told me fuck her even louder (Aye, aye, uh)

Paid now, feet up

All of your sneakers is beat up (They are)

Percocet, geek up

We see the police and we speed up, uh

Yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us

Uh, yeah, they tryna find us, but they don't know where to meet us

She wanna chill with me and all my ****

She get extra freaky off the liquor, uh

She told us that she got a man

So we extra sneaky when I'm with her

She a lil' bad broad

She wanna go mad far

Fiv Foreign in the fast car, I'm in the 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 out like a vet in the game

Put respect on my name, no security, I flex with my gang, I'm a real one

Reminiscin' about all of my decisions

Embracin' the way I'm livin', I was runnin' through the field, dumb

Couple **** disrepected, we done killed them

Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one

30 shots, we ain't into to usin' lil' guns

**** talkin' like he know me, he my real son

Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some

Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb

Headshot, all black, he dont feel nothin'

Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him

Headshot, or a life long sentence

What you need for them to label you a real one