Til' the Lease Up

We gone step on all them niggas who don't like us Flexing on a nigga, I might f*ck round' blow his re up Scoring on the opps, them niggas ducking, tell em D up Five in the cut, he'll pop out I tell em T up Trapping, doing fraud, and we rob so we three up D boy I'ma rock them ones til they crease up Bru had did a whole honey bun with his feet up And I'ma sell a bomb after bomb after bomb after bomb til the lease up Them niggas shot lil bru and now they praying they don't see us I be with some shooters that be scoring when they heat up I be with some niggas doing fraud and they robbing and serving So when we come around put your cheese up Sliding with them mopsticks don't get your spot cleaned up Bru had jumped a half to a block he Mister cleaned one Them niggas say they tryna survive the drought, we ain't seen one I ain't got to never ever rap, I got clientele I ain't got to never spin again, my young niggas hell F*ck going gold nigga I been selling packs, yeah I just blew that shit you call a stash off in saks, yeah Thousand dollar jeans for some thousand dollar caps nigga We gone step on all them niggas who don't like us Flexing on a nigga, I might f*ck round' blow his re up Scoring on the opps, them niggas ducking, tell em D up Five in the cut, he'll pop out I tell em T up Trapping, doing fraud, and we rob so we three up D boy I'ma rock them ones til they crease up Bru had did a whole honey bun with his feet up And I'ma sell a bomb after bomb after bomb after bomb til the lease up Selling all these bags I ain't got to tell them, they know we up I might hit the club on a Monday, throw like three up I might stuff a dirty money dub in some skinny pants Same nigga come from trapping bags out the minivan I just watched my dog run a nick' up, playing middle man The opps been talking shit, so I might pop out with that shit again Them niggas don't never be outside Make lil bru them shoot they spot up, they don't pop out Make them niggas go and spin again We gone step on all them niggas who don't like us Flexing on a nigga, I might f*ck round blow his re up Scoring on the opps, them niggas ducking, tell em D up Five in the cut, he'll pop out I tell em T up Trapping, doing fraud, and we rob so we three up D boy I'ma rock them ones til' they crease up Bru had did a whole honey bun with his feet up And I'ma sell a bomb after bomb after bomb after bomb til the lease up