Throw the hood up and then we skirt off
Sliding in that Trackhawk all my jewelry on, my shirt off
Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off
This a fast car, but I’m moving slow, I like my syrup raw
Every n**** ’round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off
I don’t bark, I bite, I got more paper than yo big dawg
Wanna change yo life, my best advice, a brick of fentanyl
This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off
Ain’t too many like me, 99% of them rip offs
On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on
You get in yo feelings and make diss songs
I make at yo people’s house outside shooting they blicks homes
And I’m still good on every block I used to knock P’s on
Boss, I get you chopped, my name ain’t something that you should speak on
Pulled out 20 something, just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money 10 feet tall, but I ain’t something you should shoot at
Kill something, you won’t lock in with us, I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on the truck, next day he flew back
I talk so much shit, I need a Tic Tac
I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap
Spotted a new strand smoking yo man, this here a wolf pack
Up on the scoreboard, we still active like we don’t get back
Only thing gon’ take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back
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