Ss, huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep

Every **** I fuck with, they, ss, every **** I fuck with, they use they feet

Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it), we gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches

We gon' start by cuttin' every **** off that ain't handlin' fuckin' bidness

I remember 'em places them guns got buried, I remember 'em days them bullets flew over my head

I remember the fully, frrt-frrt, by my dreads, huh, I'll give a man they props

It ain't real if he ain't shot, shoulda been shot, that shit he showin', I think that's all he got

I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot

Uh, this shit done got serious, I told every **** I love, "Don't call my phone" (they watchin' us)

This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (they tapped)

This shit got serious, I know some **** locked by the phone (conspiracy)

This shit got serious, I know some young **** that'll really come chop up your home

Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a cameraman, the feds behind that drone

Ss, this shit got serious, I know some **** that's never comin' home

Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links

Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and 'em on security right 'cross the street, ss

'Cause they know I got more checks to pick up, huh, they know I'ma chop it right wit' 'em

Huh, they know I got a career, if it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' wit' 'em

Huh, they know I'll never forget where I'm from, never think that I'm bigger than this shit

I know I ain't got no bidness at the store, so I hurry up and grab my kit

Huh, I ain't the type of **** to take out my phone, record, and go live and shit

Huh, I know a couple **** that done broadcast this shit, got hit in they shit (smoked)

I know they catch me at this store right now, they gon' swing on this bitch

Huh, if I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch

I'm goin' out like Tony

Huh, it's real **** lookin' up to me, so I stand on ten by my lonely

Huh, uh, I can't disappoint 'em, ss, rose gold emerald pointers

Huh, I know you heard of Fatt Fox, huh, he make homies kill homies

Uh, uh, this shit done got serious, I told every **** I love, "Don't call my phone" (they watchin' us)

This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (they tapped)

This shit got serious, I know some **** locked by the phone (conspiracy)

This shit got serious, I know some young **** that'll really come chop up your home

Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone

Ss, this shit got serious, I know some **** that's never comin' home

Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links

Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and 'em on security right 'cross the street, ss