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(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) (uh) (Just the richest gangbanger, uh) (Thanks Zachary) Uh, uh (Tee'd this bitch up, Tone) Dracos, MAC's, and Nick's, might have him blitz, I'ma wake up the neighbors (brrah) Beam on the gun, ain't no runnin', you duckin', I'm dumpin', this Glock got a laser (brrah) I might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compound, I plan on bustin' (brrah) And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin' We scorin' like Andre Drummond (c'mon) He tried to reach for my lil chain and died Cap' hit the back, I'ma come through the side You would think my niggas hot'nem 'cause I could not stop them Rerock down to ride (Brrah) Pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a nine Who the f*ck savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' the mag Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit Tryna to slide through with no miles (brrah)(uh) It's Lil' Cap' and Trench, who gon' come after us? Glock perform and he wrappin' shit up They gon' need your height for a coffin, we scorin' like bosses You ever start sizin' him up New pipes, bodies, and back end's Hoes doin' backbends, we just keep addin' shit up He like to diss when he rappin' We catch him lackin', we just gon' clap him to dust Hell nah, I ain't cappin' 'bout shit, Evergreen where I'm stamped Why the f*ck would I lie to you niggas? Flow-through the 'Raq, in them 'Burbans Cali's and foreign's, we like to ride with them blickers We got that call on the E-way, foen'em start swervin' We out in traffic, go get him It be the niggas who like sneak dissin' the hood They'll see me and ask for a picture F*ck you mad 'bout, a handout or something? You don't like all these bands that I'm thumbin'? Oh, he prob' just mad I ain't front him He can't say that he ran off with nothin' Seventeen on the race to a million Slow grind everyday, I was huntin' Now if I want 'em dead, they slump him He got caught with his pants down, runnin' (uh, uh) Dracos, MAC's, and Nick's, might have him blitz, I'ma wake up the neighbors (brrah) Beam on the gun, ain't no runnin', you duckin', I'm dumpin', this Glock got a laser (brrah) I might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compound, I plan on bustin' (brrah) And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin' We scorin' like Andre Drummond (c'mon) He tried to reach for my lil chain and died Cap' hit the back, I'ma come through the side You would think my niggas hot'nem 'cause I could not stop them Rerock down to ride (Brrah) Pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a nine Who the f*ck savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' the mag Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit Tryna to slide through with no miles (brrah)(uh) Don't know what happened All I know nigga play wit' me, I'm clappin' Automatic all my whips, I'm not rappin' Bitch, I'm on my Lamb when I pick up the backend, uh Ayy, yeah, I'm from that end 150 EBK, if ever that end Up a stick, let it spray if I'm lackin' I'ma still play it safe, if it's crackin', uh (Phew) Won't sell the truth Boost you up, what that pill do Used to see demons off them boulders, now I'm sober, I still do (still) Ask for help, then look in the mirror and tell myself, "It's the real you" Everyday I pray to follow my dreams, a nigga like me'll still kill you (I'll kill you) I blow a hundred, I feel to You ain't get money, I'on feel you (F*ck) Bitch, I'm straight from them trenches too Laundry bag smell like mildew Still tryna get rich wit' my crew Even though I turned down a deal or two (ayy) I prolly let off a clip or two Prolly got behind a wheel or two, uh