Fuck ****, better not get put on the radar

Fuck ****, don't get put on my radar

Better not get put on my—

You ever lived through a nightmare?

Looked death in the face, he might stare

Somebody try and kill you right there

You can't depend on nothin', but Nike Airs

Have you ever been through that?

In a bang out with your man strapped and he didn't shoot back?

Ridin' till the wheels go flat

Do you know what could happen in the rack in the alley, pitch black?

Glock 23 got a switch on her back

.762 bullets spit out the MAC

AR suppressed with the catcher attached

Empty that bitch out the Hellcat and snatch

G Herbo, I been actin' up with my ratchet

Lil' blood do the dash on the dispatch

I know a whole bunch of killers in traffic

Pull up on us, pussy, you met your match

Push to the right, it go brrr-brrr

Push to the left, it go grr-grrat

I clear smoke in my section

I'm the one turned his ass to a pack

He tryin' to diss on the net 'cause he rap

I'm tryin' to get shit took off the map

Yeah, no homo just like a blow job, I'm tryin' to leave a **** head on his

Leave a **** head on his lap

Button on the hair trigger, aim that bitch tap

Bullet hoes gave him a gap

Took some of his flesh off, he trying to adapt, yeah

Don't give a fuck 'bout a audience like I'm applaudin' some shit, I'll up it and clap

Go ask all of my partners, I bet you they vouch, you know all these **** be bap

Everybody savage, you better adapt

I don't see no **** trapped, my young **** finally went up a hat

Tell me 'bout the drill, what happened?

Way before all them YNs crashed

Me, I was crashin', crashin'

Smoke us a opp then put out the ash

Now I'm cashin', cashin'

She ride in the Lamb truck actin' a ass

Always rockin' some fashion

Might buy a Martin for my G son Aston

'Cause life comin' at me fast

Cop a new coupe like I ain't had the last one

I know how to fuck off a bag

White chandelier look like nothing but glass on me

This summer, I'm actin' bad

Pinkie a 100K, it cost a Jag' on me

In Chrome, don't look at the tag

In Louis, Celine, Bottega, this plaid on me

I'm teachin' you lil' **** swag

These streets you in or you out, so decide

This shit ain't gon' come with no guide

There's rules when you play, **** broke 'em and died

He gon' beef with the gang and go hide

Fuck your rank if it ain't bonafide

It don't count if it ain't homicide

Four in a whip, up the score and divide it

If I'm with him, he quick to go slide

This .30 clip in my hand on my side

You get killed with that bitch on your side

When I told them make cake in my sleep, they surprised

Fuck around, make a M on a sunrise