Intro

30 in this g man

Pocket full of free bands

I done pew-pew meep-meep a , road running all weekend

Off the deep end

Lil mama beefing we ain't speaking

I'm in the streets ain't been to sleep in a week

This keep tweaking, it i'm leaving

Hop in this demon, this ain't no pack real street , stick in my lap

Racks in my backpack i'm that that

Big facts

This ain't no rap cap

50 stacks on me in flats this ain't that sh*t you see on snapchat

Having flashbacks

Back to back in traffic, me and mad max

Blood blessed me with that pack

And then i fell off like a bad batch

But i'm back back

Big bag, sucka big mad

Big mag on me homie

Put one of you on a sh*t bag

Onna gang (sucka)

  wrong with you , playing with me

30 thousand in these 30 rounds

Styling on you

Rip to sauce he worth a thousand of you

I been wilding on these

Drop thousand on these slippers

  yo in gucci flip flops

Putting mileage on these

Got a call from big Ranold

You overcame it all, doubted you my

I'm too valuable my

You easily accessible

All that beefing with the gang, gone make me turn you into a Vegetable

I'm a (record)

that sh*t you doing is not respectable

Hope you flexible cause once i catch you i'm gone stretch you

on the set

Smoking opp pack to the neck

Crack the shooter, then the driver, then the rapper gone be next

Then get the rest of yall, that capping on the snap gone be the death of yall

All my active

All yall could be less of all

After (law) ain't no flaw in my g

  gone see me when they see me , that's all its gone be

That's on the biggest b

  cant get rid of me

I been busy , running the biddy till all my free