| Yeah |
| Bans, bans, bans, bans |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Hell you been? |
| Baby I’m fresh out of county, I bonded out of jail on bail |
| Free my twin, me and Pronto scooped Bravo |
| Got the finest finesse I could make bullets hail, I could sell salt to snails |
| Bitches galore, all like Lira Galore, thick-thick, ain’t no frail |
| DSL’s, shawty put lipstick on, she sucked me up, rebelle |
| Fuck racism, I don’t discriminate, I want all the clientele |
| You bad for business, I can’t keep you around, bitch keep your thoughts to |
| yourself |
| Run in your bando, take over your trap, all cause' them packs ain’t never got |
| mailed |
| Shawty be talking about dancing, KOD, my diamonds chandelier |
| Look at my neck, lil' baby you know this ain’t no bullshit, my shit glare |
| Niggas be talking about loud, that pressure pack, okay pullup, niggas can’t hear |
| What you thought it was, was what it was, TTB done stepped in here |
| Shoutout my brother Two Cellphones even though he keep about like three |
| Don’t worry about that fouth line, that shit don’t get shot down for cheap |
| Niggas be dissing, my soldiers trigger fingers be itching, I keep em' at ease |
| All of them @'s these niggas be mentioning but I see em' they don’t want to |
| speak |
| Bullets be ringing out, all of these niggas want peace, at the end watch em' |
| retreat |
| Niggas McGregor, I’m like Khabib, watch how these niggas get beat |
| I told that bitch, really I don’t gotta say shit, she know I’m elite |
| Niggas be thinking they gon' check me off, they a mission complete |
| Niggas me talking about money trees, whole time can’t take care of they seed |
| Bullets from the window to the wall and my balls |
| Pills done fucked up my appetite, withdrawals hit heavy, I don’t wanna' eat |
| Ain’t seen the fam over a week, that make my spirit depleted |
| I keep that fire like a, fuck a square I make |
| All of my niggas gon' get it, keep a heat seeker, it seek |
| Niggas be thinking that we gon' wait til' it die down, hit em' next week |
| Hell did you thought this was? All of my boys come in deep |
| Up on top with a crown, shawty been known I was down |
| Niggas be thinking we drowning, ain’t no drought when you drowning |
| It ain’t no drought if you drowning, that money, that money, that money, |
| I’m downing |
| Hope you could swim like Michael Phelps, all of that shit keep it, count it |
| Shit wasn’t adding up, I fired all of my accountants |
| Niggas be knowing you busy, they know I be busy, tryna' steal from my mountains' |
| I got this shit in the bag, nigga ain’t taking my bag |
| I pull up, secure that shit, tie it up, and then I throw that shit in the back |
| I’m smoking opps and ya’ll smoking crickets |
| Niggas ain’t hearing no noise, just quit it |
| I’m in your house every night like Christmas |
| Think it’s Saint Nick, hell nah this Grinch shit |
| Shoutout my blood and my brims gon' rip shit |
| Shoutout my hoover, he and crip shit |
| Bouldercrest road like the hood Olympics |