This drake a hit yo head and fuck yo stomach up
Akimbo on this Glocks so when you see me know I'm double clutched
That nigga tried to run a slant caught bullets like he Cooper Kupp
My niggas catch you out and then we blicking up that uber truck
Young rich nigga
I been getting guap we call that cream nigga
Bitches ask me why I throw these Cs its C-O-B nigga
Heem came out that cut the last thing he saw was that beam nigga
Cant out run that switch that shit to fast it make you scream nigga
Bitch go kill yo self if you don't wanna see the team winning
We took all yo bases then slide down just like the last inning
Brodie feel like Popeye Tris a be my mans spinach
Brodie say it late night ok nigga keep spinning
He say that we cant pray everyday just keep sinning
All my brother know I love them push for me to make millions
Ay ay aye no cap nigga I'm on the toilet shitting right now
Checking the score nigga we up nigga four nigga
Cob on top bitch fuck nigga cash only bitch
I feel like I'm Guappo mane back up in this bitch
All my niggas know throw that trey and crack that six
If we see a opp out niggas turn em 'vic
We don't gotta worry bout nun cause we young and rich
All my niggas having it we got shit on shit
We got drip on drip and we ride with sticks
If we hop out scats bitch just leave em flat
Imma blow this chop brodie blow that mac
I cant love no hoe I cant trust no nat
I cant kiss her lips but I might beat the cat
Tryna make it hit tryna make that fat
All my niggas slime something like a slatt