Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit To be a cold day in hell, look this coupe ain't ruthless And pigs'll start flyin' before you ever try Gucci Don't think this *** a game, like that label sign Lucci So I think we throwin' dead bodies in the Chattahoochee And this ain't hip hop, this is dope boy music I know you pussies scared, so let the dope boys do it We used to get to it in a old-ass Buick Movin' birds like they Cardinals, like we from St. Louis Trackin' told me in the pen, but I win when I'm losin' Cause I got real money, I make M's when I'm schnoozin' Niggas turn to bitches when you see they ass in person Never had the energy they had in them verses On my own security, my chopper gon' protect me And it's a wet-t-shirt contest for any nigga disrespect me You won't build your rep off me, ain't no nigga gon' step on me Ten-seventeen to the death of me, don't put your life in jeopardy If some niggas think they made me, wouldn't even helpin' me They never let they weapon off when I got indiscrepancies Lord, please protect me from my friends cause I got enemies In this life, it's on your own, can't contend an enemy Better watch that bitch that you lay wishly with your enemy But I can count my friends on one hand, it's your kids Only a couple of them, I never take the stand on them I plead the fifth one, I'ma get my boy out the jam I'ma come through for him, and if them two birds keep chirpin' I'ma wake both of them, they locked up shy, stayin' food When I'm missin' both of them, I'ma scream nigga Let's pop a bottle and toast for them We done made millions together, I got some more for them