[Chorus]
Niggas hop out that car and they get up with you
With the opps then them boys gettin' hit up with you
Times got harder, that shit made me harder
That shit made me smarter, I'm better off being with you
Hurt me deep if you think I ain't leavin' with you
I got toolies, I'm better off squeezin' with you
I was in juvie, I thought it was over, no [?], was thinkin' 'bout eatin' with you
And my brother, know I ain't competin' with you
If they get you just know I'll be leakin' with you
If they give you they lo' and you ready for smoke, best believe I'll be right therе creepin' with you
I-, don't wanna fall, lil' nigga
7.62 go through walls
She gon' get down, give mе jaws
Cujo'll clap like applause
[Verse]
We X 'em out like Kaws
Buck at 'em, don't care what it cost
Buck the Drac' at 'em, I'on even care 'bout the cost
No, I don't care what it cost
I'm in Neiman's, no I do not care 'bout the cost
Just ring it up for me, boss
I was on Xanax, was feelin' too lost
Thank God I found myself, I still get ratchet
Pistol packin'
Buck at that opp with a lil' automatic
I got some niggas that's ready for static
We'll backdoor any nigga that think about blowin' at us
Scorin' at us
Loadin' up bullets to throw it at us
He got a Drac' so he feel like he big, better shoot it you show it at us
Niggas hop out that car and they get up with you
With the opps then them boys gettin' hit up with you
Times got harder, that shit made me harder
That shit made me smarter, I'm better off being with you
Hurt me deep if you think I ain't leavin' with you
I got toolies, I'm better off squeezin' with you
I was in juvie, I thought it was over, no [?], was thinkin' 'bout eatin' with you
And my brother, know I ain't competin' with you
If they get you just know I'll be leakin' with you
If they give you they lo' and you ready for smoke, best believe I'll be right therе creepin' with you
I-, don't wanna fall, lil' nigga
7.62 go through walls
She gon' get down, give mе jaws
Cujo'll clap like applause
[Verse]
We X 'em out like Kaws
Buck at 'em, don't care what it cost
Buck the Drac' at 'em, I'on even care 'bout the cost
No, I don't care what it cost
I'm in Neiman's, no I do not care 'bout the cost
Just ring it up for me, boss
I was on Xanax, was feelin' too lost
Thank God I found myself, I still get ratchet
Pistol packin'
Buck at that opp with a lil' automatic
I got some niggas that's ready for static
We'll backdoor any nigga that think about blowin' at us
Scorin' at us
Loadin' up bullets to throw it at us
He got a Drac' so he feel like he big, better shoot it you show it at us
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