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[Verse] I just copped a fifth, gunmetal grey I don't talk in beef, I let my gun explain I done three years and I'm still the same I don't give a fuck about a watch or chain But if he's got it, I make my nigga rob that straight I'm tryna see bread from this fucking caine Same day I came home I copped a fucking Trey Mask and the gloves for the robberies Blade said "You're not a killer with no bodies G" No apologies, I slump niggas properly These niggas need to rap, I don't need to Ayo I caught a body - I need food to keep the line running Who wants consignment? I can draw the nine on him Tell him "Bring me back five then we'rе cushty" On my blocks we keep the heat whеre the bush be I've gotta keep low cause them boys are on me They want me doing life like my nigga Lovey I've got strips popping, lines doing three a day I don't talk akh, talk like B.O.A Gun in my palm, I'm the old dawg Missed his neck, slugs gonna rip his shoulder I think about my nigga Tyse everyday I release stress when the semi sprays Trident tried stitch me up, rang my probation up They're just pissed, they don't want Snap to buss They say I rap about things that I've done I say "It's purely entertainment, what the fuck you on?" I just rap on beats, I don't see nothing wrong My last court case, they tried to play my song I just copped a pump that holds five No breaks, my niggas grinding the whole night I'm tryna cop a brick, tell me what your coke's like Just copped the Moncler coat, all white I don't give two F's like Fendi Shoot a nigga's face if he offends me The clip's full, I shoot it till it's empty Picture me rolling in the Bentley With the seats red, free my nigga C.S Fuck looking at life, I'd rather see death I'm flying up to country to mash P's These niggas talking guns, where's your machines? I'm on the strip, I've got the piff, tryna drug fiends I paid twenty-two for a box of B My nigga P said he's got the Lizzy link Fifteen for a box, I can make a drink Phone my nigga S, let's roll out I'll shoot a nigga's brain till it falls out Four up, four guns, that's a full house Yeah nigga fuck a courthouse I might link a mill to get my dick polished She's gonna take it in the throat then spit on it The money spent today was last week's profit If you niggas banging, please tell me who's dropping Niggas sell drugs cause the fiends copping You could get dropped if you're eavesdropping Talking to the coppers, that's a no-no M.A. on my top, clock the logo Put the rhinos in the .44 Pinocchio I'm getting high off the residue, I love the smoke Niggas look pissed that I'm home now I grip sticks and flip bricks, you're all clowns Nigga's catching bodies, try and beat the case The feds got the gun but no DNA There was witnesses but no one said they saw his face I don't like the feds, I think they're tryna kill me For real, my life's like a film G No take two, I hate dudes That talk greaze, when they're fake yutes Have you ever been in court with a suit and tie? And see tears drip down your mother's eyes Cause the fucking judge wants to give her son life Free my nigga Nutty, working on appeal They've got us stressing daily, this shit is so real