IDK Pucci Jr

[Verse 1:]

I get on my bag
She get on my lap
Real thug nigga
Put the city on the map
Win where i go we don't lose no cap
Talk on the lyca the feds got a tap
Niggas gon' abandon
Dressed like a bandit
No punchlines man
No shots landed
Defense outstanding
Boy check the standings
Really im the best like
No misunderstandings
I swear we gon get it where i go
Loco knight music that's goals
Can no devil get in my soul
Sippin' on the juice that's cold
Stay where i fit in
Know where the throne is
It was too bait
I wasjust about to get in
All i do is work man i ain't got no feelings
Give me 2 years no opps imma sit in
Nigga come bill it
Got lean don't spill it
Its 404 on the beat we gon' kill it
I ain't got talk on the gram about drillings
No face no case more pay just chilling
She makes beats she gon call for a beat
Gon' dick you down man about 4 feet
Neighbors said is loud godamn it was the weed
I was all alone when they called the police
At least 20 mouths back home need feeding
You can talk cap about shit man i seen it
I don't give a damn bout a fed or speeding
More times in the German with lean or bleeding
More times these opps really quick with pleading
Not in the race can't talk about leading, Pucci