[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I say (Ayy, look)
Go

[Chorus]
Cold charges, fightin' 'em back to back, yeah
We go to war, bring out them body bags, yeah
We ever catch 'em slippin', that’s his ass, yeah
He gotta die, won’t let it slide, won’t pass, yeah

[Verse]
Turn up, I ride through the streets with a choppa
I come from the bottom, you don’t want no problems
Young nigga came up, I never did follow
I know that they watchin', I’m keepin' it solid
Sippin' on drank like an addict, yeah
Dope in the house like a medic (Uh)
Only еighteen and I’m havin', yeah
Look how I flooded my Patek, huh
Young nigga did it, lil' shawty bе wit' it
She fuck me so good and I gotta admit it
I’m straight out that gutta, I come from the trenches
My niggas be wit' it, it’s gon' be a killin'
I got me a check and I bought me a Benz
'Bout to cop me a 'Lamb and I don’t want a Bentley
Don’t got on no jewelry, they know who I am
They know I’m the sickest, they know how we kick it
Cover my finger with rings, yeah
Championship, nigga, see how I win it
Got 'em a 'Lamb and I know that it’s rented
But if it’s not, you ain’t spend a whole ticket
Go to the lot and cash out in a minute
Step on the pedal, it look like it shitted
Claim that he steppin', I catch 'em and split it
Ten thousand a body, you know that I spend it
Fuckin' that bitch, ain’t never gon' save her
Young nigga rich, I’m an NBA native
FaceTime me, I ain’t got no data
Jailhouse shit, ain’t got no letter
Trap house bitch, nickname Griselda
Told that bitch “You ain’t met a trendsetter”
Long ass clip, let it hit, break the metal
Cuff no bitch, don’t trip, I sell her (Hol' up)
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