Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] (This is a Dolan Beats production) Yeah Fifty This what they been waiting on man Sito, Sito, Sito [Verse] I hop on the flight and I'm first class You tryna cop a plea but you know it's no white flags Glock 43, two tone, yeah you know it's compact AR-15 on me and you know that shit all black I chase the money cuz I'm not with the chit-chat You fuck with the gang then you gon hear, click-clack I'm not politicking, I'm chasing the big racks I'm shooting with the stick and that shit got impact Yeah, designer dripping and I mix match I'm shooting with the stick and that shit got kickback The bitch that you been bragging about, I been hit that Might run up in yo spot, your folks gon' get kidnapped You toting them hi-points things, we don't do that Now everybody in my entourage got clean straps Swinging them sticks, I turn my hood into Iraq We taking them shots on the cam like Kodak We checking his racks, man, we gon' expose that Fell out with your bitch, you tryna get your hoe back Yeah, got some niggas banging [?] We shoot the scene up now you riding four flats My Chiraq partner rolling off of four flats I keep a compact choppa in my bookbag I shot four times now he got the shit bag I'm fucking yo' baby momma off the sand tan I'm popping them Perc 10s, I don't pop Xans We waving them straps around with that Glock out Got ten bands in my pockets, I got thigh pads My side bitch came from Asia, she from Thailand I moved him into town, I turned him to a wiseman Ain't talking about plata, I turn into a blind man I heard you got engaged, you better get your wife man I keep the Five-SeveN, I ain't scared of no man I'm fucking yo' bitch, nigga, she a big fan I took his ass off, robbed his ass for ten bands Got contract shooters, surrounded by them hitmen Yall niggas ain't got no heart, y'all like a tin man We spinning that opp block like a ceiling fan My heart so cold, I ain't got no feelings, man Got back to back whips pulling up in caravans Got low down shooters with me, they from Maryland I got tattoos on my face, it got them staring She tryna fuck on me just 'cause my appearance I'm hopping out foreigns, now I'm in McLarens I'm stepping on bricks, I'm trapping like my parents I stay strapped up, there's nothing that I'm sparing I'm dogging these bitches, I don't ever care 'em I stay on point, you know I stay preparing I only fear God, it's nothing that I'm fearing I'm having them cheap prices off of clearance I'm passing your bitch off, you know I'm sharing Got 24k on my ring, no marriage I'm walking with bombs on me like a terrorist I'm catching them plays outside like a ferret I got a French bitch and that ho from Paris These VVS came from Woffy not from Jared Ain't talking about plata, I ain't even tryna hear it They pulling up in a demon, who the fuck they scaring If I got a big body then you know I'm spraying That red dot sight helping with my aiming I'm getting money, I don't care about being famous These broke ass niggas always be complaining My plug on point, that nigga Panamanian He don't speak English, he be speaking Spanglish My niggas push work, nigga like they training Them face shots hitting niggas, leave em brainless They got El Jefe under investigation They telling them stories in interrogation We fucking your bitch, she stay up in rotation I'm using your bitch just for transportation That stick vs me, I feel like Roger Bailey I did 23 hours up in isolation Got gang act just because my affiliation [Outro] Yeah, man Yall niggas know how the fuck I'm rocking, man Out on bond shit nigga, yeah Free Gwaluh nigga Yeah, I'm out on three bonds, nigga Just went on a motherfucking jail tour Shout out my nigga Dolan, man Yeah, you know we back to back, nigga Aye, foreign whips, all that shit Fifty They ain't wanna let me out Aye (This is a Dolan Beats production)