[Chorus]
You'n even know, you got some real killers on you
They don’t know you slidin' for real, you gon' take they pistol from ’em
Lookin' at the judge, I'm in the table right in front 'em
While I'm in court, I gotta face 'em, I'll never sit on side your honor
Where you been?
Give 'em ten, he was sittin’
Skrt off that lil’ shit but save the bands for you
Spin a bin', spin again, spin again
I don’t care what you do, long as you jump, I'll shoot
[Verse]
She like, "Lord, no other way for us" so went and troubled the streets 'cause Burger King ain't pay that much
My dawg cookin’ dope, when he got jammed, it woke the neighbors up
They gave him twenty years, I wish lil' bro would've put his apron up
Lost a nigga respond, somehow I keep on gettin' these papercuts
Pay yo' visit but still at home
Like what that mean?, I made a way for us
Like what that mean?
You got a switchy on you, okay, that's cool, we got like eight with us
Fuck they team, they ain't in our league, they'll die they ever play with us
Plenty times, I wanted to do some to Flip even though he stayed with us
We gon' run into him but not on Instagram, you see a opp, follow him
Many times I had to go get stoned when I hit rock bottom
My cousin, he a rapper but he had told, he turned to Ty Dolla
Country boy, he don't want none' but the lows but he pay top dollar
Sleepin' on me, wanted to wake niggas up, but I could not bother 'em
Even though I'm seven figures up, I still got problems
Lean baby bottles filled up, I ain't got no toddler
You'n even know, you got some real killers on you
They don’t know you slidin' for real, you gon' take they pistol from ’em
Lookin' at the judge, I'm in the table right in front 'em
While I'm in court, I gotta face 'em, I'll never sit on side your honor
Where you been?
Give 'em ten, he was sittin’
Skrt off that lil’ shit but save the bands for you
Spin a bin', spin again, spin again
I don’t care what you do, long as you jump, I'll shoot
[Verse]
She like, "Lord, no other way for us" so went and troubled the streets 'cause Burger King ain't pay that much
My dawg cookin’ dope, when he got jammed, it woke the neighbors up
They gave him twenty years, I wish lil' bro would've put his apron up
Lost a nigga respond, somehow I keep on gettin' these papercuts
Pay yo' visit but still at home
Like what that mean?, I made a way for us
Like what that mean?
You got a switchy on you, okay, that's cool, we got like eight with us
Fuck they team, they ain't in our league, they'll die they ever play with us
Plenty times, I wanted to do some to Flip even though he stayed with us
We gon' run into him but not on Instagram, you see a opp, follow him
Many times I had to go get stoned when I hit rock bottom
My cousin, he a rapper but he had told, he turned to Ty Dolla
Country boy, he don't want none' but the lows but he pay top dollar
Sleepin' on me, wanted to wake niggas up, but I could not bother 'em
Even though I'm seven figures up, I still got problems
Lean baby bottles filled up, I ain't got no toddler
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