Fifty million up
I ain't sell my catalog 'cause I got real guts
Quit drinkin' but I got some Wock' seals tucked
I'm a player, I can't pay no bitch to let me fuck
But I'll look out for her if she need a couple bucks
Mossberg pump gave his ass a couple bucks
Goal line, 4th and inches, all I know is rush
We'll catch your ass in traffic even if it's rush
I don't argue, I'd rather let my blick fuss
Hold your blick up
Hold your blick up
If rap wasn't workin', I'd probably rob a Brink's truck
Lost a couple brothers, that's the reason why I'm inked up
He was pillow talkin', that's what got his ass beamed up
Opps keep on dyin', why the fuck you think they teamed up?
Real deal boogeymen, we comes through and cleans up
We don't spare nobody, we'll hit your teams up
Twenty-time champ, gotta use my feet to hold my rings up
Hit her from the back and watch her cream up
She's a diva and a demon
She so fine, I got her pregnant off my precum
This nerd-ass **** probably tweet some
Big 4L, we control, alt, delete some
Kick a door and hit a lick, we tryna breach some
We was young chasing hoes, hide and seek some
All this fuckin' steppin', need to get my feet done
Get your ass smacked actin' like you seen some
Keep your mouth closed 'fore we get your teeth done
UAV inside your hood, we finna sweep some
Vibes askin' for the Percs, you know I keep some
She keep suckin' me like that, then she gon' be some
Too much '42, she askin' me to eat some
Bitch, you must've lost your mind, I came to beat some
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, you might've lost your mind, I came to beat some
Yeah
I been posted all day, I'm a Zone 6 **** for real (For real)
**** know what's up with Slimeball, I'm havin' them deals
Comin' in my trap right now, you can make you a meal
If I feel like you pussy, ****, I'm takin' for real (I'm takin')
I been takin' **** shit for a minute (Yeah)
I came from the place where you gotta go and spend it (Yessir)
If you pussy wit' it, then somebody take him with it (Gimme that)
Yeah, and they'll take your life wit' it (Gimme that)
Better keep it on you, ain't no slippin' in the trap (No)
If you in your hood, ****, better keep that scrap (Scrap)
Feelin' like you butt naked when you never wit' it (Damn)
And you got them chains on, boy, this shit get chilly (Get chilly)
Sendin' out that hot shit, know you ain't with spinnin' (Uh-uh)
Go on in the house 'cause this shit out here get wicked (This shit get wicked)
Young **** got that trip and he trippin' (He trippin')
Y'all **** out here gettin' too friendly (Goddamn)
All that wanna clique up, man, give it up (Give it up)
**** aren't gang enough, who the fuck is bruh? (Huh?)
**** not dangerous enough to hang with us (Huh?)
Yeah (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
If you ain't slid for your brother and he got killed, you a bitch, **** (You a bitch, ****)
I've been lettin' y'all **** know that shit that I ain't never did (Never did)
If I can't handle it myself, you know that money all in (All in)
I make your brother backstab you, ****, fuck a friend (Fuck a friend)
I don't care about your twin, your twin'll do you in
Man, y'all broke-ass **** ain't seen a ten, I'll give you two tens (Two tens)
Man, these ****'ll do it, they don't give a fuck 'bout turnin' they brother in (Nah)
Man, these streets, this shit ain't got no love, that's why I'm goin' in (Goin' in)
Uh-uh
Man, this street shit get homicide, these **** ain't got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Edward Maclin Cooper III, Quantavious Tavario Thomas & Michael Masser.