| Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain’t bang with us |
| Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us |
| Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em |
| Fuck the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it |
| Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob |
| Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing crip signs (This Is The Sound) |
| Pill poppin', if I did stop then I’d miss Quan |
| 55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain’t scared to die |
| Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye |
| I don’t care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die |
| You ain’t one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred times |
| He be lying, he ain’t outside, popping shit on live |
| Big slime, I’ma give a dime up for the location |
| Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, fuck probation |
| Thug nigga hate them blood nigga, still a cause killer |
| Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out |
| Made my first M with CMG, like, «What you buy now?» |
| All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, that’s stock price |
| Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain’t never had one |
| Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I’m tryna grab one |
| I’m the bad son, mama say she still love me though |
| Cameras in the bedroom, it’s hard for me to trust these hoes |
| Fuck these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga |
| How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas |
| Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain’t your last nigga |
| Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I’m tryna stash shit |
| Past tense, I got a driver now, but even he know |
| I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going |
| Don’t throw them birds to me,, I’m like T. Owens |
| Free yours and free mine |
| Gotti fightin' a body, bitch, I hope you beat it three times |
| You fail, we gon' keep trying |
| Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding |
| Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard |
| Shoutout to the prosecutor, that’s the one who saved y’all |
| Bitch, I’m like, «Who raised y’all?"I don’t need no days off |
| I pick up when that pape' call, bitch |
| Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong |
| Making plays how I made my name, it ain’t take long |
| Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off |
| Pull off make me wait long, I ain’t no sitting duck |
| Second run from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck |
| If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us |
| Niggas in that field wearing wires like they mic-ing up |
| Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y’all need to tighten up |
| We gon' get this money, give a fuck 'bout niggas liking us |
| Ain’t no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up |
| You better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or |
| something |
| Whipping, all niggas work they wrists like they writing something |
| I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I’m Mike or something |
| Police found a face inside a puddle of your lifeless buddy |
| Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic |
| Gangster everywhere except my casket |
| I’m a made man if an opp nigga asking |
| With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga |