its some **** i left ina past and they aint coming back

They Beefin they see that i ran up that sack

im Whippin that black truck a **** cant stay in the back

Im packing a punch in this gucci you reach and im sending you back

I really be steppin balenci a **** dont even run track

I been in my bag ion even wan rap

I been dawging the jakes ian even gon cap

When Shit hit the fan get tight ima go thru the gap

Hit the left and the right someone get em a map

**** living a lie someone get em a hat

If it ain’t about racks den i ain’t tryin chat (NO BAP)

**** cant even show me a band why he thinking he dat

I be poppin my shit they ont like how i act

**** hate that I’m on watch a **** get active

Dawging the bitch form the back she keep gripping the mattress

A Clique full of birdies you **** non factors

i Really be having my way and dat shit just a fact

Sliding on shit like we aint got no traction

Gah finish the job if its rlly sum beef i don’t want your reaction

How u up and ur brave still leaking fuck he missed all the action ?

Gucci and Louis Amiri Balenci I’m sweet w the fashion

Tryin stay out the way my PO on my line he keep telling me watch all my actions

Turn up for the fam put my moms in a mansion

i know Ima make it some day u can tell by my passion

Bitch start playing ting ima max

i jus caught a play for tomorrow ion need no distractions

ion need no distractions

ion trust shit bout a bitch ima check her transactions

if ion find shit ima pay for her lashes

if she cheating the bitch in the wind w the ashes

Really whip out the stick on a **** for thinking he Cassius

Cause i aint come to play

**** run up he get turned into clay

if u think u a warrior we sending your ass to the bay

I be fucking the bitch he be calling her bae

He be blowing her phone and she just wan stay

Tryin wait on D9 to fall off then your hair going grey

Or fuck it your body might even decay

I can’t fall off get my money in all type of ways

And I really could show you the route I ain’t talking bout Waze

**** worried bout me but I’m worried bout plays

its some **** i left ina past and they aint coming back

They Beefin they see that i ran up that sack

im Whippin that black truck a **** cant stay in the back

Im packing a punch in this gucci you reach and im sending you back

I really be steppin balenci a **** dont even run track

I been in my bag ion even wan rap

I been dawging the jakes ian even gon cap