Who got the ups on us?Strap across your shirt like, buckle upYou can't miss, I'll send you on thatHit my dad, you f*** it upClip ho, got like T-trimmersRiff street, my money upWave his b***h like, hey, what's up?Soon as fed, we'll get close enoughDon't wanna bump they punks on IGHope I post them upI'll talk to them bodies late at nightWhen I be rolling upThey know it's usGo with all that flaggingBragging, I'll choke them, bruh40, that's the caliberThe magazine is 17I got this from Matt and Ying18 times 33I hope he ain't selling dreamsMight go back to Melling KeyCause I don't want no goodMake good, the felon, pleaseMy wrist methamphetamineYou know there's that iceTalk, hop out on foot, let pipe offYellow tape, white chalkOT getting this ice offFor a hundred milesEvery country town aroundWe beat it downUsed to bag up piecesSitting up eastListen to wipe me downI know they don't like meNot your brother, sister, cousinPairs ever hit the housePut my *** in the ovenThey get cheaper by the dozenStill grew to a mileSo we blow them choppersI don't know my alphabetTell me what come after richPlay with us, we whackingClaiming and stampingYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, these don't want beefWhat is they IG killers?We bending blocks in threeReynolds, I don't seeKeep drillingBreed killersWe at leastSpinner's bigShine to keep his heatWith them, even sleep with itWake upBe younger from the frontGo get that makeupTo make sure all myHad a pieceI took a pay cutGon' put this apartmentIn her nameYou need some pay stuffSo I'm cranking off fake drugsIt's four hundred and eight monthsTen with me like EasterThe driver like my IdaThat's the onlyI can't touchTheseIt's not meTheseIt's not GGot blow packGot RoxyGot weedStill SebastianI'm top tenYeah, yeah, yeahGo get someCatch one and get locked inGot out of line and get knocked inIn my city, I'm top tenI'm oneTwo, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nineWith a white boy snorting H-linesIn the side, countyCan't findWith a faux fat on my waistlineLike, next, I'm lit nowCross door, I'm big slamI'm still sliding, I'm rich nowEverybody got a pig's assCigarettes to hold up my wrist highMy little brother took six livesHe a lookBut look six fiveCan't an opp say that they didn't hideYeahYeah
