When we pull up we ain’t shooting at cars
She thinks I’m rapping
And I left that hood sh*t in the past, but I didn’t
Came up from riding dirty in dingers, I need millions
So I don’t even know why these hoes in my business
Every day another ni**a getting locked
And plus we need some new fire for the block
Treat the trenches like it’s mad, I’m a boss
I’m tryna spin it in this ride till I’m lost
And I can’t leave the bros behind
That’s the motto, tell the truth
Them six figures looking dumb
Them ni**as wanna grind for a watch
So I can’t even waste time on this block
And I don’t know if these ni**as worth bodying
But talking got a price to pay
He left and then we followed him
Feeling rare coming in, ni**as be on funny sh*t
So I ain’t step inside of a bando with all my money in
Streets cold, we cold, we know
Why you splashing bro? We need to go and reload
Cause I know, I know
You ain’t built like that, I’ve seen a grown ni**a fold
From school he been moving like a nuisance
And then he started fu*king with the shooters
Boy I’ve got the right to roll with shanks cause imma use ’em
Give that boy a strap and you gon’ see him act a fool with it
We ain’t new to this, my bro steady gripping on his hip
I told him “Cool with it, cool with it”
Cause you know, you know
Jump out on blocks like “Honey I’m home”
When we pull up we ain’t shooting at cars
She thinks I’m rapping
And I left that hood sh*t in the past, but I didn’t
Came up from riding dirty in dingers, I need millions
So I don’t even know why these hoes in my business
Every day another ni**a getting locked
And plus we need some new fire for the block
Treat the trenches like it’s mad, I’m a boss
I’m tryna spin it in this ride till I’m lost
And I can’t leave the bros behind
That’s the motto, tell the truth
Them six figures looking dumb
Them ni**as wanna grind for a watch
So I can’t even waste time on this block
Could tell you bout them nights up in the trenches
Couldn’t go sleep
Only with the drillas, you ain’t with it, you ain’t rolling
Straight from the block, we wasn’t wishing for a Rollie
How you call me gang when you don’t know me?
And I could tell you bout all the risks we took sliding
How they fu*ked with Max
They gave him ten when he was nineteen
That’s the type of sh*t that makes a ni**a get to writing
And Max he be a ticket on the chicky, he ain’t like it
Really from the six, alleyways for the sticks
My mama need a house so we ain’t worry bout a b*tch
They tryna reach me, if you broke little ni**a hit the strip
Cah we’ve got plan B’s and plan C’s and plan D’s and plan E’s
We’re really getting rich
When we pull up we ain’t shooting at cars
She thinks I’m rapping
And I left that hood sh*t in the past, but I didn’t
Came up from riding dirty in dingers, I need millions
So I don’t even know why these hoes in my business
Every day another ni**a getting locked
And plus we need some new fire for the block
Treat the trenches like it’s mad, I’m a boss
I’m tryna spin it in this ride till I’m lost
And I can’t leave the bros behind
That’s the motto, tell the truth
Them six figures looking dumb
Them ni**as wanna grind for a watch
So I can’t even waste time on this blockkk