Rappin' for the fun, I already made it off trappin' I got some plays in my book like it's Madden
We ain't come from shit, now my consulate is satin Fuck, we made it happen
We're anti-K, we just swiped a double bin If I can't find his ass, I'mma pop his fuckin' friend
I'll just hit his bitch in the fuckin' handstand He like Beatles in the city, got me stuck off these xans

Started off down, rest of the year, bet we up though High as fuck, soaring through the sky like a deluxo
I am not a cop, what I look like, tryna cuff hoes Dog shit in my pants, pocket sand
Niggas, bitches, I can see it through these black buffs He ain't tryna shoot the kill, niggas, you like Russell Russ
Then you see that green beam, nigga, no, you fuck I ain't talkin' bout Cardi B, but it's up, it's thug

Don't fuck with bunnies, but I'm trickin' on the fat bitch If I see a opp, grab the chop, watch him backflip
Ran through his crib, for the cheese on some rat shit Got a green dot ,IRL, cause I'm active
Get up and get to it, only waitin' for a package Born to be a star, got me feelin' like Patrick
Kickin' through the back, I got military tactics How we shot the CW, I think we been actin

I got 60 in my pants, but it's not a perk Everybody got a wet jumper, get put on a shirt
And every time we out the window, bitch, it shoots a hurt
Park his ass down, yeah, his ass shoulda been in church
And you ain't gettin' no bread, you keep tryna be the class clown

Bad thicc bitch in my bed and her ass round
Tuck her ass down, they stamped the motherhoes, niggas know we run the town
If I'm chasin' bread on the road, then I ain't runnin' round
Oars can be tucked, if it's up, then we runnin' down

And we some breadwinners and some paper if we come around
25 for each of us, squad, we shot a hundred rounds
Order bullets to your door like a dropship Chicken off the crumb, handle beef with this chopstick
Come on, John DeWayne, when he hard, he a rock shit

Steppin' in some track, stuffin' racks in my pockets
Say the word, we shoot up like it's lab rats
Hit his ass with a double pump like I'm Mad Max
Any time that I heard a smoke, know I matched that

Pull up to his crib like he be wearin' me, the fact that
Dead guys, I can smell it right through my backpack
Smokin' out the zip, got me feelin' like I'm Kodak
And anywhere, anytime, nigga, I'ma blow that

Take the smoke straight to your motherfuckin' door mat
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