Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) [Verse 1: Rob49, SleazyWorld Go & 2Rare] Yeah, niggas ain't see my vision, no Before folk came through with them whips with all them ceilings off, them niggas ain't never showed no love (Yeah) They tried to leave me in that mud (What else?), that's why I feel a way Niggas who showed love back then wanna see me dead, yeah Man, they gotta try something else, that hatin' shit ain't workin', huh Ghost came with the curtains, bad hoes see me and get nervous, nigga (Yeah) I know what it takе, you wan' boss up from a worker, nigga? (Yeah) I know what it take to makе that track jump like a hurdle, nigga (Huh?) You ain't on that ground no more, you ain't goin' HAM no more (Huh?) I guess niggas goin' broke, just like that, you got exposed (Huh?) I been in Miami on a boat, fuckin' the baddest hoes (Huh?) Folk been countin' money up for a week, damn near cramped my arm (Huh?) Bobo say them niggas want him dead, told 'em no, they don't Jomo ridin' 'round with a butcher knife, bro-bro cuttin' up You can't name a nigga in this city who sold more bags than us (Yeah) I don't care where them niggas from (Yeah), need that pack, I'm poppin' up (Yeah) He think I wasn't gon' hear what he be sayin' 'bout a nigga (Huh?) I just hope he know I heard, but if he say it, then he meant it (No cap) She fucked me and fucked my bro, I'm tryna see if we can flip her This a new Hellcat Durango, none of these whips ain't rented, nigga [Verse 2: SleazyWorld Go & Rob49] Uh, uh, uh, uh Ain't think I'd make it, but I did Went from totin' Glocks and chops, lightin' up shit up like they said They like, "All you rap 'bout killin'," I'm like, "Shit, that's how I live" Ain't no standard clips in these, these got extensions like they wigs R.I.P. to all the rappers that done lost they life to guns Fuck all that puttin' them guns down, wanna survive? Then get you one Think the glizzy know Ice Spice how this bitch like to munch My shooter's short, but like Columbus, he know how to stomp Yeah, he know how to step Baghdad know only blow shit, we call his ass the ref I don't do shit without my dog, I feel like Johnny Test (Yeah) I pay gorillas to wrap shit, in the hood, I'm Gotti (Yeah) My lil' nigga tryna strike shit, he look like Lil Yachty (Skrrt) She eat dick and don't play with it, nicknamed her Lola Brooke (Hell yeah) My shorty don't take off his ski, call him PGF Nuk (Shoot it up) I'm Skilla Baby with this chop, make niggas taco duck I mean duck taco If it's smoke, put it on the floor, I want a bitch like Latto (Latto) Went from the hood to overseas, takin' trips to Cabo (Cabo) Facts 7.62s turn a sedan into a hatchback And ain't no sendin' shots at me without a clapback Let's get it [Verse 3: DC The Don, SleazyWorld Go, Luh Tyler & 2Rare] Ah-ah, ah-ah, who that? It's the man Geeked up in the party, we don't pop no Xans (Let's go) Pi'erre made the fuckin' beat, I play with them bands (Let's go, gang) Gelato #33, I'm high as fuck, I'm tryna land (Ski) Your baby mama keep on textin' me, "Don't leave 'em with them kids" He get robbed for sure, got 49ers in the field, ayy (Let's go, grrt) There go Rubi Rose, I'm with Luh Tyler in the mix (Grrt) I did 'em filthy out of town like I'm producin' 'round this bitch, ayy (Let's go) Feelin' like I'm damn near broke as fuck like they ain't pay the fee What you need? We got .223, red beams, and ARPs Talk my shit so fuckin' much, this shit go down from A to Z (Let's go) Like, what you need? Bitch, I'm fresh off the leash, I feel like Freaky T (Let's go) Who gon' run that bag? Bitch, it's me or me (Let's go) Who ran up that bag? Bitch, it's me on me (Let's do it) Walk through your party with shades on, too cool, nigga, I'm feelin' like Mase Tell your lil' nigga to chill out before we pull up and just spray out the place, uh Mr. Miyagi, I'm fly as hell and my name, it's ringin' bells Hold on, hold on [Verse 4: Luh Tyler & Rob49] Think I got some shit to say, it's time to hit the booth Why the fuck these niggas always hatin'? Ain't tryna get no loot I can't lie, that bitch can't come this way if that lil' bitch ain't cute I wake up every day and chase that pape', that's something you should do I done took a lot of niggas' bitches, that's why they don't like me Pull up to the jeweler, drop that bag and tell that nigga ice me I been runnin' through these racks, I swear this shit get pricey All them bitches shitted on me back then wanna be my wifey (Yeah) All these bitches love me, but these niggas hate me (Okay) You ain't tryna get no money, swear that shit so crazy Know it's a hit when I put some lyrics on the beat I kinda feel myself today, Amiris on my feet (Yeah) I just touched another ten, that's twenty for the week I'm in here higher than a fuck, pussy, can't you tell? (Yeah) I'm on XXL, I gotta give 'em hell, Skii [Verse 5: TiaCorine & 2Rare] Like who in the fuck you talk to? Menu just paid me to walk through You be lookin' like me 'cause I taught you I ain't wanna get back, but I got to We gon' shoot at your foot, metatarsal We gon' fight in this bitch like a Marvel We gon' open your bitch, novel We gon' put you in dirt, fossil Oh, I got bread on my head, waffle And that pussy look just like falafel I got a shell with the beef, need a taco Bitches be talkin', they pussy, el gato (What else?) It's two bitches on me, Paco (Go) I like dark-skin bitches, charcoal I make a move in that bitch, auto Fuck all them niggas, get money, motto I keep flexin', they thought I was Macho Make it rain in this bitch, pronto, uh-huh [Verse 6: 2Rare, Rob49 & Luh Tyler] Cable, if it's up, tell 'em please come direct They want them fire sticks, niggas, bitches all on the 'net (Twin, yeah) I got the whole world really shakin' they hips Uzi and Drake, you know how sticky that get, uh-huh Yeah, aren't you into that shit? Uh-huh Yeah, you gon' get peeled for that diss, uh-huh, uh-huh In my bag like groceries Really jam shit, like Kool-Aid, you so sweet Ain't no peace made I'm still ridin' 'round town 'cause I'm street-made I'll hit you from the neck up like a keychain This shit give a nigga goosebumps, who can't read me? Hit 'em, then we spin' 'em right back, that's a replay They steady hatin' me, cake like the bakery Killed 'em with success, it was R.I.P.​, uh Schooled 'em like truancy, you ain't tryna D-I-E Leave me alone like the PPP 'Cause I, 'cause I, uh, 'cause I 'Cause I stay G, rockin' Gucci, bitch, I'm G'ed up Last nigga ever crossed me needed Jesus He caught one way before ten on the B bus Sweaty, but he's hoodied up, yeah, Slim Reaper Whistles blow, I can't fold, won't put these cleats up I got stripes, just ask bro, we like Adidas I ain't got no V8, but you ain't got no vehicle Road to the riches, what the fuck a GPS gon' do? Uh, do, uh, do, uh, do You can't even ride for me 'cause my trust on E Nigga, you a bitch, put it on your license please All y'all pillow talkin' like hoes should die in y'all sleep Bro put them L's and my mom on Sesame Street, what he say? 'Cause my eye's twitchin', that mean that somebody's talkin' 7.62's, they like problem solvers First, you hit his top, watch his body fall down Now he Baby Boy, watch his body crawlin', uh-huh [Outro: SleazyWorld Go, 2Rare, Rob49 & Luh Tyler] Yeah, yeah (Hey, hey), yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Twin), yeah, yeah (Twin) Yeah (Ayy, ayy), yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go Skii, skii, brr