Yeah

Look

Check it

Aye, yeah, uh

Everybody wanna go and tell me what i gotta do

Ima come through, ima pull up with the two

Big racks, big bangs, ima pull up with the chain

Get it back, run a rack, ima hit em flame

Uh yeah

You know that, every time i be rollin

I be glissin ain't no reminisce-in

When im down and out

God damn

Everybody seem to got the motherfuckin plan

Calm the fuck down, yeah, go pop a xan

Yeah Uh

Everybody always lurkin uh yeah (Uh yeah)

Got these bitches on my dick they be always twerking

(Bout) Bouta go and put the murder on em uh yeah (Yeah)

Bitches wanna see me go down put the work in

Tell me what i need

Come through, with a pack so mean

Eight deep, we the boys on the team

Everybody got the own style, ho style, mo style, oh yeah

Now you fuckin with me now

All right, that's tight, days back wouldn't book me on sight

Catch a flight with these words, while i curse what i work

Double.r we murk, catch a battle on sight

We the baddest of the type, when i splurge my lines

That's cap dog

Said you wanna be the rap god

Double back, all facts, catch a body never lack dog

Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we comin for the top we the kings on the spot

Yeah comin for the top

Bitch you know we get the guap

Yeah we never gone stop, hit it back let it mop

Ima get it like i said everybody need a metic

Ima leave em like i read it whatchu wanna do i let it

Slip right off, like i be living up so hectic

Everybody wanna go back, and disrespect it

Ima pull up with a big choppa and then i send it

Fuckin all around bitch you know that i never rent it uh

(Hell) Hell nah we done made if you asking

No package, hands down

We the motha fuckin captains

All the fans we reppin for the back end

Gotta body and a dream put em on the scene

Blue face in a briefcase leave a sour taste in your mouth

When we comin through rippin up this place

Whole game full of phony rappers

Not a diss type

But its time i let em know on the mic

We keep it 100 down

Straight truth who tellin

We broke and worn down no tunes in our feelings

But we poppin off on the charts in our city, no cap

17 going strong, how the fuck you riddle that

Big squad with a whole clip thirty rack-in, back-in, pack-in, Macs up, strappin

Milly how you picture that

God damn, how you picture that shit

(Look look)

How i vision that, ima never ever lack

Ima get it like its right, yeah stayin on my track

Ima sending like a fact, whatchu know about that

Whatchu know about that, whole skeem on the track

Like we planed in the back

Backpacked all our raps

Straight cash

All lies when i look you in the face

Whole case got you chased

Bitter taste cant relate

Oh god how i faced

(Faced off, gotchu faced)

Faced off, got you faced off

Need another motha fuckin asshole case off me

Me, myself, and i

Always gotta multiply

Never gonna die

Bitch you know we on the rise

Gotta get it back like

This been the sign

Yeah

Been on my grind

Yeah

Bitch im gone shine

Yeah

Whatchu gonna say, when i pull up in the back

With another couple racks, gotta keep another stack

Ima never ever lack

And especially leave rap too

And you know what

Fuck all them fake ass people who said we wouldn't do it

Cause look where the fuck we at

Nobody around here gets 16 motha fuckin thousand streams

Suck my dick

And especially fuck all my high school teachers, okay

Y'all some phony ass motha fucks tellin me to go to college and shit

Bitch im in college

You know how much im in debt right now

You fuckin don't

But Guess what bitch

Suck my dick

New wave 20/20

Exactly