Hello, please leave a message after the tone

You tryna take me for a dickhead like I'm one of your little hoes? And if you try to put my voice in a song like the other little slag watch what happens to ya

Finish him

Big racks, big dough, big guns

We out in their block and we shootin' for fun

Money up on my mind, they sayin' they got us

They cappin' in tracks, they some scums

How they been sayin' they had me?

When I was broke nobody put me on

Me, NS in the place, yeah

Big bands in they face, yeah

Masked up like I'm Wayne

We had a dotty parked off by the mains (Mains, mains)

Trip bro don't slip, you'll get hit with this guage

Man I can't wait till bros out of the cage (Cage)

Don't mess with the code, just go reload

If they keep on talkin' just pick up a chrome

These bullets be hittin' your bone and your dome

Of course we gon' slide, we won't leave you alone, nah

Don't try one, don't try

Bullets gon' fly out the ride, ride

Bullets gon' fly, hit all your guys

Don't try and run, don't try and hide

You think you're bad?

You don't know my family

I'm gon' get you fucked up, watch

Big racks, big dough, big guns

We out in their block and we shootin' for fun

Money up on my mind, they sayin' they got us

They cappin' in tracks, they some scums

How they been sayin' they had me?

When I was broke nobody put me on

Me, NS in the place, yeah

Big bands in they face, yeah

They know the time, oh my, oh my

Crossin' the line then we grabbin' the .9

Bullets gon' hit, gon' grips your spin

How they gon' talk 'bout racks online? (Knock down the)

Knock down the door, like we bailiffs (Pull up on)

Pull up on blocks, do not say shit

They don't know nothin' about racks

They don't know gang

How they gon' talk 'bout bands?

How they gon' talk 'bout bands? They ain't seein' it

How you gon' talk? Your girl's on my penis

How you gon' toss? You find me appealin'

It ain't my fault bro, I'm just leanin' up

Gang and broski schemin' uh

We ain't made a hundred bands so we leanin', leanin'

Schemein', fiendin', rein' up

We don't got a lot but we gotta feed the blood (Finish him)

Big racks, big dough, big guns

We out in their block and we shootin' for fun

Money up on my mind, they sayin' they got us

They cappin' in tracks, they some scums

How they been sayin' they had me?

When I was broke nobody put me on

Me, NS in the place, yeah

Big bands in they face, yeah

Big racks, big dough, big guns

We out in their block and we shootin' for fun

Money up on my mind, they sayin' they got us

They cappin' in tracks, they some scums

How they been sayin' they had me?

When I was broke nobody put me on

Me, NS in the place, yeah

Big bands in they face, yeah