They tryna beat us to the whip

Tryna beat us to the stick, but you see us, we never slip, and, uh

Hop in three trucks and we dip

Made three turns, I'm like, "Shit," it's shots beatin' up the whip

I know the fuck they ain't

Thinkin' 'bout fuckin' with Los, I know the fuck they can't

Ain't no car just get that close and we ain't touch they paint

Knowin' I'm gon' do the most, these **** test they fate

Guess they feel like they was scorin'

Don't forget it's consequences to the shit that you be doin'

'Specially when you playin' with me, knowin' I'ma play for keeps

Knowin' that this water deep, you still jumped in with your feet, ****

So you know the shit gon' hurt

I'm a genius when I'm thinkin', boy, you know this shit gon' work

Thought them **** hit me up, but I had fragments in my shirt, **** (Ayo, Steery, cut up)

You could tell me what's the worth, ****

My young dog

He'd kill you for a verse, ****

I shouldn't have said that last part

Fuck a 392, we only slide in fast cars

Got a striker like a NASCAR

It's in my backyard, don't make me use it

I got seventeen for seventeen, somebody help me move 'em

He got seven jeans for seventeen, somebody take me to him

I was takin' trips, makin' nothin', basically, I was losin'

'Til I got my feet grounded in the state, now we groovin', I'm gone

Fine estate, sit down and serve blueys

Different-color bankroll, boy, my stash look like Coogi

I smoke 'za and sip fluid, break down and slip through it

Hustlin' got my wrist stupid, you can't stop a big movement, ****

And who gon' help me when I can't?

Or whoop me when I ain't? Let's take a pistol in the bank

Is you with me or you sayin' that because I got some drank?

This real shit, where my mans at? Because I gotta say, you know?

And I stand on it

Fucked up, I found a new lick and put my mans on it

Dropped a pin, this the plug, he 'bout to land on it

Tell 'em **** can't a 'bow move until my hands on it