[Verse 1]
Went from trapping out of them bandos
To tryna grab that new Lambo
In the rap game but I ain't playing though
I'ma take it far as it can go
I done heard your tracks, I don't feel that sh**
They talk that sh** but I live that sh**
Gotta copyright the flow ‘cause they steal that sh**
Boy you knowing damn well you ain't did that sh**
Serving that white in the trenches
Watch for the cops and the snitches
I was trapping just minding my business
Don't try me I'm dumping them fists
n***as get jealous like b**hes
I'm feeling like all of you n***as my children
They know that all of my clips is extended
Trust me and all of you n***as can get it
Give a f** what you heard
All that sneak dissin' gon' get some n***as murked
n***as spreading rumors but that sh** won't work
Shooters don't go there, put you in the Earth, have your squad rocking shirts
Got a plug, I just make one call for the work
All them young n***as selling hard by the church
'Bout half a brick is what I charge for the verse
Just k**ed the track, go and throw it in a hearse
[Verse 2]
Block n***a, Glock gripper
Certified trap n***a, shop with us
Play with me, you get popped, n***a
You ain't gotta push me, I ain't Pac, n***a
And I been in the field like I'm Ken Griffey
Rap on your block, got them sticks with me
They hating, that sh**, you can miss Bibby
Shooters gon' go if you diss Bibby
Lil young n***a, tryna get his fame up
Got a couple retweets, now he think he came up
If we did start it then how can you blame us?
Have the ambulance come pick his brains up
I'm straight from the go, I get paid for the flow
I remember them nights that I laid on the flo'
I know that them f** n***as hate it
But now my community gated