[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