We the type of niggas grown niggas wanna kill
Don’t make no sudden moves cause you know we keeping still
This money feed niggas so I’m tryna eat a mill
The cost to be a boss cheaper if you see a deal
Feed you xan bars that’s a real chill pill
I know they sick of me niggas got a ill will
Bleeding through the mic so you know it’s trill spill
And Nina she my bride how she tryna kill bill
Drill feel a lil heavy and it make a nigga sag
Cash falling out my pocket still won’t put it in a bag
Hit this rat with the pipe cause I’m strapped with the mag
And I’m all in the cat like I pulled up in a Jag
Telling me that I’m her main thing that ain’t up to you
Man I swear this lil hoe a habit she something to do
Taxing niggas and I know it’s foul like a W2
In my stash I put it in different pros like a substitute
Dripping every time I’m coming through
When it’s beef I’m Lawrence Taylor cause I’m not the one you tryna run into
Bro a artist with the led he just got the gun and drew
Done boxing with these niggas miss me with that one and two
I’ll rather bust a nigga like he waiting on the ddot
Or use the strap to get up in his house this a key Glock
This booth a microwave niggas know I’m bouta be hot
I’m only bringing niggas I know I can leave a g buy
My buffies tight I picked out cotton white lenses rock and rye
They ain’t tryna rob me cause they see that Glock in stock
Imma cock and drop cause niggas hate before you popping now
Pay my opps a visit stop by call that stop and shop
I’m just straight up like I’m hanging on some monkey bars
Bad karma spooning hoes nigga they ain’t lucky charms
I ain’t got a soft spot for her when she love me hard
Outsmarting hoes every time I play that dummy card
Every time a nigga in a box he a tv star
Nina hit a opp she gone give him cpr
I’ll do that fore I let another nigga see me starve
Feds wanna yellow tape a nigga like a vcr
I just gotta watch my words like replying to a text
Only wanna hear my people telling me that you up next
Going for the kill like a bullet going through a vest
Swear my nigga call bank shot when he doing checks
Got 2 quarters back one time that’s a halfback
Half of 10 racks I ain’t talking bout my man trap
Always moving dolo clique smaller than a Zantac
Money make you paranoid you won’t understand that
They see my life through these bars like I got convicted
I can’t feel like Mamba cause I still can’t find no competition
Catching hella zs I ain’t worried bout my opposition
Cause they pockets on the tight end that ain’t my position
Don’t come up with that tough tone thinking Imma listen
Quick to get to gripping on the pistol got my mama tripping
Nigga I just want the biggest check with no comma missing
Got of list of people that had made me wanna stop forgiving
I got some wins but them Ls what I’m not forgetting
Murder on mind got the nine coming out the mitten
Staying on the gas once a nigga hit the top I’m sitting
Swear I ain’t audition this the real me boy I’m not pretending
When they talking rapping I’m the one these niggas gotta mention
Tryna make the beef short cause the clip got extension
And a lot of niggas pay the price with that hot attention
Me and my 2 brothers strapped it’s looking like a Glock convention
Money so old Imma have get my knot a pension
And I hold this cash after hours like it got detention
Spend the money then it come back but this not suspension
Always cut into a beat they think it’s a lot of tension