(Nando)

And I could tell that you don't— uh

Been eatin' hella good around this bitch, ain't lost an appetite

And I could tell that you don't see no cheese, you not the stackin' type

Once you snitch, that shit forever sticked, now you a rat for life

This shit get deep, they killin' over sneaks, you might get clapped for Mikes

I rolled a seven out the gate but tryna smack the dice

I'm feelin' good and I just rolled a 'Wood, my ****, pass the light

We all can stack this bread and butter, gotta pass the knife

I went ahead, she did it with no hands and I ain't ask her twice

Aight

This jeff rubies for the steak, remember beans and rice

You copped a bag and seen the profit out it 'cause you gettin' high

And Nike Techs when I'm trappin', fuck gettin' fly

Just bought ten and did a turnaround, it's gone by tonight

You still ain't got a car crib, playin' with your life

You workin' nine-to-five, and when you slave, I fuck on your wife

It's diamonds on my neck and wrist and they shining bright

Can walk inside the dark and still bust, ain't gotta shine no light

I done jumped back in the booth, it's time to rap all night

A **** text me claimin' that it's smoke, I told his ass, "On sight"

When you moving like you 'posed to, you don't need no pipe

Can rob a bank 'cause they ain't got no pape', we hit Casino Heights

Plus I was never sellin', now you askin' what the kilo price?

I got your bitch, she in here ridin' dick like she ain't seen no bike

Might be shocked, I let my bitches go, might get an emo wife

The one to talk sometimes, I wonder off be havin' emo nights (*Okay, I said*)

Get a bag and hit the West, I'm finna trap all night

These **** capping, softer than a bitch and tryna rap my life

I said, and I don't know what Tae said, but I need my pipe

I'm in the hood with all my chains on, they using me for light (Yup)

Dare a **** pull up to this crib, he gon' lose his life

A one-two and put his ass goodnight but he can't even fight (Uh-huh, come on)

You better get the fuck away when you seen me high

And catch an opp and punch him in his shit like, ****, fuck your life (Yeah, come on)

Even with my watch on, I couldn't tell the time

'Ll pull up, get to throwin' at the crib, be thinkin' 'bout a crime (I said)

If you ain't never made a hundred you a fuckin' lie

A **** said he finna take my chain, I guess he wanna die

Thinkin' I'm a rapper, I'ma show these **** every time

You can get a Perc' or 'bow or even cop a pint

Bitch, you know you fuck on lame ****, you is not my type

In the stu' I'm punchin' off the head 'cause I ain't tryna write

Way before they made a waste, huh, yeah

I said, way before they made a FaceTime, I used to get on Skype

Free Tooki Lo, they really caught him with a dirty pint

These **** know that I ain't never rat, I'm facing all the time

Fuck ****, yeah, come on

What up, Tae? What up, Vic?

This that shady block shit, ****

You know

Big T, 10TA

Big motion, bitch