(Jay, this too official)

(Run that up, Rico)

Guaranteed **** get hit

Okay

Push up on 'em (Push up on 'em)

We there, on arrival (We there, on arrival)

Pull off, I swear you a goner (A goner)

If it ain't 'bout the money, you can't be my friend, and I'm honest (I'm honest)

Back to back, block life, yeah, clockin' in, I'm timeless (I'm timeless)

And I put my trust in my Glock, that my dog, that my rider (That my—, shh)

If my bro give me green, back to back, ****, no stoppin' (No stoppin')

Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt

Guaranteed **** get hit (Get flipped)

He cap, we take off his fitted (His hat)

Ain't mixin' no friendship with business (Nah)

He talkin' that shit, but we did it (We live that)

**** bitches, we take down who snitchin'

Said it then you better mean it (Mean it)

Dreams about shootouts with demons (With demons)

Forgot how much I made, I was sleepin' (I was sleepin')

Money keep comin' and, bitch, I got reasons

Forgot 'bout the last bitch, I was geekin' (I was geekin')

Bro crush a new hit, and he tweakin' (And he tweakin')

Stuck off the drugs, can't explain my feelings (My feelings)

BabyGhetto gon' shoot shit for no reason (Grrt, grrt, fire)

Try makin' racks, that shit all day

Ain't tryna shoot? Call him, "Bitch-made" (They bitch)

We livin' this street shit, jail or dead (Jail or dead)

Livin' this street shit, head for head (Head for head)

I apologize, I couldn't think straight

It was me and my Glock on 'em bad days

And I still shoot my shot on a good day, huh, grrt (For real)

Back to back, block life, yeah, clockin' in, I'm timeless (I'm timeless)

And I put my trust in my Glock, that my dog, that my rider (That my dog)

If my bro give me green, back to back, ****, no stoppin' (No stoppin')

Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt

Guaranteed **** get hit (Get flipped)

He cap, we take off his fitted (His hat)

Ain't mixin' no friendship with business (Nah)

He talkin' that shit, but we did it (We live that)

**** bitches, we take down who snitchin' (Yeah)

Said it then you better mean it (Better mean it)

Dreams about shootouts with demons (With demons)

Forgot how much I made, I was sleepin' (I was geekin')

Money keep comin' and, bitch, I got reasons (Yeah, yeah, yeah)