I been grinding, trapping, everything between,

I got hard, I got soft, I got whatever you need,

He got tagged but he dramatic, that shit ain’t barley sting,

That back door open he can have it,

Don’t never call me bleed,

My brother booted off a pill, he rolling off a pink,

A lot of shit go through my head, don’t ask me what I think,

The life I live could lose your life, before you even blink,

Bro turned the traction off and spin around,

And made me cut the beat,

I turned it back up, he running call for backup,

We can slide, with 150 shots he keep on acting tough,

He get belt, like a kid who keep on acting up,

We stake out and catch him coming in,

He covered tracks for nothing,

You don’t gotta ask if I’m gone slide know for a fact I’m coming,

And I don’t gotta tell bro blow the pipe, know for a fact he dumping,

Guapi tee, Ksubi jeans, exactly how I’m boming,

Lil bro don’t go for nothing,

Catch him out and make him hold a hunnid,

4th and goal go for the win, I never thought bout puntin’,

Won’t never fall out with my mans, especially bout some money,

556 load in the drake, it’s looking like we hunting,

He ride with heat, but drunk as fuck he moving like a dummy,

He sweet as fuck, I’m clutching tool, it ain’t no need to tuck it,

Anything in life you ever do, just know it’s repercussions,

Bro split his head 5 different ways, it almost made me vomit,

She ain’t let me fuck I’m bound to steal, I bet I leave with something,

They let it rain on me,

Why it feel like **** never solid, it’s insane to me,

How you do me bold?

I would of tapped that **** brain for you,

Now when I see **** play it crazy, I don’t say nothing,

I been grinding, trapping, everything between,

I got hard, I got soft, I got whatever you need,

He got tagged but he dramatic, that shit ain’t barley sting,

That back door open he can have it,

Don’t never call me bleed