Yeah, Haha

They know when I get on shit like this, how shit get for ****

Yeah, Threes, Threes

Aye

Clean steppa, This my fifth trip, my off whites ain't got a crease

Blood ain't sparing shit, make a **** grab his misses like Angel Reese

10 milli, Gen 5, with a switch underneath my fleece

Up this 20, ain't no running back, watch a **** jet like Breece

Turn a **** into Ashton Jeanty, we gave him blues from the boys he lost

Birds of a feather, they flock together and that makes sense, cause your boys be soft

Broke ass ****, wouldn't say shit if words cost, you boys talk

**** don't run shit, but they mouths, everything else you boys walk

Switch too fast for me to be timid, hate them **** that say they ain't in it

Let a **** put his hands on me, Reggie was faking, I would've killed Emmit

I'm the reason your boy on a pendant, I won't say a threat unless I meant it

I know this ain't they block cause we bent it, he only flex chain when they lend it

Aye

One thing for sure, and two things for certain

These **** can't do shit with 3, and this 45 it close curtains

If you see me out with 6, **** please don't make us nervous

You be the next Sev in our blunt, or that next eightth that they purchase

I ain't never been on no opp shit or no cop shit

I be strumming triggers like a rocksmith, we got more keys than a locksmith

Could've been a custodian the way I mop shit

Turn a **** block into a mosh pit, I drop shit

Why the **** who got all the advice the ones who ain't got shit

This is my shit

Aye

Ain't I really lit?

Ain't I really rich?

Ain't I really that?

Won't I shoot him in his shit?

Ain't I really cocky?

Ain't the gang beside me?

Don't I be with blood and them who be trippin' with everybody?

Chopsticks like karate

I'm from the bottom like Wadi

We get rowdy like Roddy

I keep a baddie like Bahati

Put rounds in your grill like a Audi

Duck if three sittin' shotty

AR got a set of titties just to catch another body

They can't fuck with me

If you see us lock a three, then they stuck with me

I done made a hundred like a hundred times, this shit ain't luck with me

Went to Vegas with BM for a week and blew a buck fifty

Before 25 died, I beat the blood out him for tryna buck with me, ****

Ain't I really lit?

Ain't I really rich?

Ain't I really that?

Won't I shoot him in his shit?

Ain't I really cocky?

Ain't the gang beside me?

Don't I be with blood and them who be trippin' with everybody?

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