Intro

30 in this g man
Pocket full of free bands
I done pew-pew meep-meep a nigga, road running all weekend
Off the deep end
Lil mama beefing we ain't speaking
I'm in the streets ain't been to sleep in a week
This bitch  keep tweaking, fuck it i'm leaving
Hop in this demon, this ain't no scat pack real street nigga, stick in my lap
Racks in my backpack bitch  i'm that that
Big facts nigga
This ain't no rap cap
50 stacks on me in flats this ain't that sh*t you see on snapchat
Having flashbacks
Back to back in traffic, me and mad max
Blood blessed me with that pack
And then i fell off like a bad batch
But i'm back back
Big bag, sucka niggas big mad
Big mag on me homie
Put one of you niggas on a sh*t bag
Onna gang nigga (sucka)

Fuck wrong with you niggas, playing with me

30 thousand in these 30 rounds
Styling on you niggas
Rip to sauce he worth a thousand of you niggas
I been wilding on these niggas
Drop thousand on these slippers
Fuckin yo bitch  in gucci flip flops
Putting mileage on these bitches
Got a call from big Ranold
You overcame it all, niggas doubted you my nigga
I'm too valuable my nigga
You niggas easily accessible
All that beefing with the gang, gone make me turn you into a Vegetable
I'm a (record)
that sh*t you niggas doing is not respectable
Hope you flexible nigga cause once i catch you i'm gone stretch you
on the set
Smoking opp pack to the neck
Crack the shooter, then the driver, then the rapper gone be next
Then get the rest of yall, that capping on the snap gone be the death of yall
All my niggas active
All yall niggas could be less of all
After (law) ain't no flaw in my g
Niggas gone see me when they see me nigga, that's all its gone be
That's on the biggest b
Niggas cant get rid of me
I been busy nigga, running the biddy till all my niggas free