[Intro: RetcH]
Yo, yo, uh
Turn my shit, let motherfuckers hear me
Yo, uh, huh
[Chorus: RetcH]
Guess it's safe to say we kinda made it out
Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house
Wash Heights, I met with papi, gave me grams in large amounts
Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south
Custies came from talking reckless, we put hands all in they mouth
When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch
Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought
Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo
[Verse 1: RetcH]
I clutch the swammy that was stocky and some beef and broccoli
And smoke a choppy with a mami on my way to papi
You niggas hear me, I don't think you copy
Yola whipping 'til my wrist is awky, tryna get my wrist on rocky
Crack money up in Aviani
We catch a body, we gon' do it properly
We get it popping like we doing hockey
Killed the spirits down in Abu Dhabi
Freak thotty on my body, tryna give me sloppy
I had some fallouts with some people that done said they got me
I got a pistol in the bed when I lay beside me
When I heard JO told then it really shocked me
You had a problem when you see me, then you should've shot me
Growing up, I was troubled, preacher couldn't got me
Asked me who my role models, I said Meech and Gotti
I had on Gucci when they see me jumping out the Mazi
Fell back on Gucci, keep it G, I'm rapping through Givenchy
I used to hustle out the building, heron made a killing
Selling work, busting cards, and I'm with the drilling
First nigga that I shot at was in the day of light
Had him shook to death, running for his fucking life
Cards is [?] that the reggie used to never swipe
I was 18 on my Huffy, tryna juggle white
I used to fuck most my bitches at a fiend's house
Now I fuck bitches, swear to God, these niggas dream 'bout
I done really did shit, I gotta keep it with me
Most of my jeans from Amiri, I like how they fit me
When Obama came in office, I was selling 50s
I wasn't showing up to court, they had to come and get me
Bitch niggas turned state, they really tried to play me
Took it to trial and really won, I swear that shit amaze me
All thanks to the most high
Saint Laurent on me, cool and shaded from the boat side
Got your bitch with me, haha
Pack burner while she sit pretty
Fucking bounce, tell her get with me, nigga, ha
Yo, yo, uh
Turn my shit, let motherfuckers hear me
Yo, uh, huh
[Chorus: RetcH]
Guess it's safe to say we kinda made it out
Never know, now should it, making sales right by the house
Wash Heights, I met with papi, gave me grams in large amounts
Niggas whacking shit in public, then they vanish to the south
Custies came from talking reckless, we put hands all in they mouth
When the kids was watching cartoons, we had hammers in the couch
Always kept a plug, watch you niggas scramble in the drought
Shoutout to the drugs, kept me out the jam without a doubt, yo
[Verse 1: RetcH]
I clutch the swammy that was stocky and some beef and broccoli
And smoke a choppy with a mami on my way to papi
You niggas hear me, I don't think you copy
Yola whipping 'til my wrist is awky, tryna get my wrist on rocky
Crack money up in Aviani
We catch a body, we gon' do it properly
We get it popping like we doing hockey
Killed the spirits down in Abu Dhabi
Freak thotty on my body, tryna give me sloppy
I had some fallouts with some people that done said they got me
I got a pistol in the bed when I lay beside me
When I heard JO told then it really shocked me
You had a problem when you see me, then you should've shot me
Growing up, I was troubled, preacher couldn't got me
Asked me who my role models, I said Meech and Gotti
I had on Gucci when they see me jumping out the Mazi
Fell back on Gucci, keep it G, I'm rapping through Givenchy
I used to hustle out the building, heron made a killing
Selling work, busting cards, and I'm with the drilling
First nigga that I shot at was in the day of light
Had him shook to death, running for his fucking life
Cards is [?] that the reggie used to never swipe
I was 18 on my Huffy, tryna juggle white
I used to fuck most my bitches at a fiend's house
Now I fuck bitches, swear to God, these niggas dream 'bout
I done really did shit, I gotta keep it with me
Most of my jeans from Amiri, I like how they fit me
When Obama came in office, I was selling 50s
I wasn't showing up to court, they had to come and get me
Bitch niggas turned state, they really tried to play me
Took it to trial and really won, I swear that shit amaze me
All thanks to the most high
Saint Laurent on me, cool and shaded from the boat side
Got your bitch with me, haha
Pack burner while she sit pretty
Fucking bounce, tell her get with me, nigga, ha
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