We gon' pop out on your block, we thirty deep

You want you some pounds, go'n hit Lil Mon up, my boy got bags for cheap

Tryna step on somethin', gon' call my favorite smacker, Baby 3

Bought an AR-15, then I turned this bitch to an ARP

Told the ho don't waste my kids, she looked at me and swallowed it

Freaky shit, be on that time, spit in her mouth, she swallowed it

Come here, baby girl, you fine, I'm tryna give you all of it

I got that check, I ain't save a dime, man, I blew through all that shit

Ask my bitch, I play with money, I'ma have them hitters comin'

Say she feel it in her stomach, come here, why you runnin' from it?

He dropped a diss on me, it's nothin', and he ain't shot at me, that shit be cap

And when they let me off the band, I'm in the backseat tryna clap

B70 and a G19, I promise you I'm never lackin'

Ain't no people lettin' in the front, ayy, twin, go tell them hoes to back in

If I fronted you some shit, don't call my phone, you ain't got the backend

This a two-man drill, I got the front, lil' twin, you watch the back end (On God)

And I'm with all type of different counts just like lil' buddy lackin'

These **** down bad on they dick, that's why these **** out here crashin' (These **** just be crashin')

You got one time to show a flaw, and then you gone in like two seconds

First day out of jail, mom dukes came to my five and she had blessed me (On God)

If I dropped that forty-ball, I would've knocked off that boy—

TRX, I come through hoggin', I bet GSP can't catch me

Hold on, put that pussy on me, throw it back, I bet I catch it

Glock 19, it's pretty and brown, somethin' like my girl, this bitch here sexy

Lil' buddy had killed Baby K, since then, they want it in blood

Y'all had four years to come kill me, ****, was posted up inside our hood (Blaow, blaow, blaow)

Takin' pictures on the block not gangster, get that understood (Brraow)

Make sure the Drac' don't burn my hand off, I put the tape around the wood

I still done spint with the stars in the roof, lil' twin 'nem in a Urus

If I show you my bank, you probably'll cry, you look at yours

Go pull a hundred out the bank and tell 'em put it on the floor (Put that shit on the floor)

He ain't touched a twenty-ball, lil' bruh, you're poor

Redeye, I come through smashin', freak bitch, she like it nasty

She get wild in the sheets, but out in public, she classy

A lot of these lil' **** undercover, yeah, they sassy

Slim in the waist, cute in the face, can't lie, I got a bad B

Rick Owens with the big shoelaces, these are not no Lanvins

He talkin' 'bout what he had three years ago, that's in the past tense (What do you got now?)

Hop out, face shot, leave a **** stankin', smell like some bad fish (Oh my God)

I'ma, I'ma, I'ma come through BM-dub, I'm with some bad shit (Goddamn, haha)

YCOE

Keep goin', YCOE

YCOE (That's on God, ****)

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