Hey, look, said I run through the racks, bitch, I stay in my lane Stop flexing them 10s, that lil' *** changed How you speak on the trap and don't mention my name? Mr. Get em gone, we not the same Said, call, call, then it's back to the big list Big dawg, me and you, it's a difference 21 on the chain, yeah, it's hittin' Talkin' reckless, then you might come up missin' Cocky, super sloppy, man, it's ridiculous Big stepper, I ain't duckin', I did it 50 round drum, hang out the blizzard Put em under, we ain't sparin' no witness It is what it is, man, they know where I be at Chop gettin' money, I know you can see that I done roll up an offer, lil' bro, where the weed at? The same place I trap, the same place I beef at I'm in the jungle, I hang with the lions And killers don't hang with no snakes These niggas will smile at your face They try to eat food off your plate Good nigga, we comin' from nothin' Now we hangin' out a wraith They *** with these niggas, they fake I was starvin', had nowhere to stay Now I run them racks up Two phones, one for the plug, get one just for backup Go with your moves, that *** get you clapped up Lil' bro wildin', he stay tryin' whack somethin' Convict, bro, when you older than me Try to rob, bro, go smokin' for free I used to act shocked, they was jokin' on me Now these bitches suckin', chokin' on me Niggas water, it's a ocean on me Atlantic, I let a ho drive the boat I would just think I'ma blow, he panic I turn his ass to a ghost, he vanished Hundred thousand dollars in a Gucci bag Couple Glocks and Choppers in the Louis bag Reach for my neck and I'ma do his ass Say, come on, these men ain't know where I be at I'm gettin' money, I know you can see that Bout to roll up an album, Lil' bro, where the weed at? The same place I trap, the same place I beef at Good nigga, we comin' from nothin' Now we hangin' out a wraith They *** with these niggas, they fake I was starvin', had nowhere to stay Niggas water, it's a ocean on me Atlantic, I let a ho drive the boat I would just think I'ma blow, he panic I turn his ass to a ghost, he vanished Hundred thousand dollars in a Gucci bag Couple Glocks and Choppers in the Louis bag Reach for my neck and I'ma do his ass Say, come on Ayy, ayy Say, come on, say, come on, say, come on, gang Big 6 too, ***, man, I know what the *** goin' on, man BBMG made for my niggas now, I be that ***, baby Hold on, come on