Intro

30 in this g man

Pocket full of free bands

I done pew-pew meep-meep a nigga, road running all weekend

Off the deep end

Lil mama beefing we ain't speaking

I'm in the streets ain't been to sleep in a week

This bitch keep tweaking, fuck it i'm leaving

Hop in this demon, this ain't no scat pack real street nigga, stick in my lap

Racks in my backpack bitch i'm that that

Big facts nigga

This ain't no rap cap

50 stacks on me in flats this ain't that sh*t you see on snapchat

Having flashbacks

Back to back in traffic, me and mad max

Blood blessed me with that pack

And then i fell off like a bad batch

But i'm back back

Big bag, sucka niggas big mad

Big mag on me homie

Put one of you niggas on a sh*t bag

Onna gang nigga (sucka)

Fuck wrong with you niggas, playing with me

30 thousand in these 30 rounds

Styling on you niggas

Rip to sauce he worth a thousand of you niggas

I been wilding on these niggas

Drop thousand on these slippers

Fuckin yo bitch in gucci flip flops

Putting mileage on these bitches

Got a call from big Ranold

You overcame it all, niggas doubted you my nigga

I'm too valuable my nigga

You niggas easily accessible

All that beefing with the gang, gone make me turn you into a Vegetable

I'm a (record)

that sh*t you niggas doing is not respectable

Hope you flexible nigga cause once i catch you i'm gone stretch you

on the set

Smoking opp pack to the neck

Crack the shooter, then the driver, then the rapper gone be next

Then get the rest of yall, that capping on the snap gone be the death of yall

All my niggas active

All yall niggas could be less of all

After (law) ain't no flaw in my g

Niggas gone see me when they see me nigga, that's all its gone be

That's on the biggest b

Niggas cant get rid of me

I been busy nigga, running the biddy till all my niggas free