Livin' and die by my brothers, they never go under or fold, and they never gon'—

Livin' and die by my brothers, they never go under or fold, and they never gon' crease

Livin' and die by my brothers, they never go under or fold, and they never gon' crease

X2 been ballin', I got 'em all callin', they all in my wallet, they won't get a piece

(Buck, should I get it?)

I been with the same friends, ho, they never left

Ayy, if you gonna bang, bro, best protect yo' chest

Bitch, I'm gettin' to the bank rolls, gettin' to the checks

I got gas that's hella stank, bro, got it on my vest

I don't check my texts

I don't care what's next, huh

I feel like a mess, in the stu' there ain't no guests, ayy

This shit ain't no guess, ayy

This shit like a quest

Yeah, my brodie LAC keep a heater like wild west, ayy

King of the game how I'm runnin' this shit like a job or a sprint, bitch, I feel like a beast

X2 a magnet to money, I'm stackin' my bread up so tall like I'm havin' a feast

Livin' and die by my brothers, they never go under or fold, and they never gon' crease

X2 been ballin', I got 'em all callin', they all in my wallet, they won't get a piece

I never listen to chatter, that's cap

Only listen to the matters, that's fact

Bitch, I make hits like a batter at bat

You send an open, I'm sendin' it back

I grip on the wheel while I grip on the gat

Grip on her hair while I hit from the back

I got a bag, it's attached to my back

I'm never plannin' on lettin' up slack

I been with the same friends, ho, they never left

Ayy, if you gonna bang, bro, best protect yo' chest

Bitch, I'm gettin' to the bank rolls, gettin' to the checks

I got gas that's hella stank, bro, got it on my vest

I don't check my texts

I don't care what's next, huh

I feel like a mess, in the stu' there ain't no guests, ayy

This shit ain't no guess, ayy

This shit like a quest

Yeah, my brodie L.A.C. keep a heater like wild west, ayy