[Verse 1]
Still can't trust no nigga, nah
So I ride Glock 40 'bout ten in 'em
Some of them niggas killers, I just hope the lord forgive us we all sinners
Came up from the start with 'em
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of the boy denim
I'ma make these niggas feel this shit
Somethin' like a car hit 'em
Okay, a whole lotta crazy shit roll in 'em, yeah
See, they ain't love me until I start winning
See, they ain't never know I had it all in me
Family came home, gave 'em all Christmas, yeah
True story shit, non-fiction
They smelling me, I can hear 'em sniffin'
We get sick, a whole lotta bottles, we pop shit
I swear we really got it out the mud
Call Papi ASAP, we need mud, yeah
I remember trying hard to a get a dub
Guess back then shit was what it was
Now a nigga catch flight hope the seat right
See, I never expected to be this piped
Goin' broke, shit, I know what it feels like
Getting rich, I don't know what that feels like
See, they ain't met another nigga keep it real like that, yeah
Fuck your ho and give her right back, yeah
Fuck it up and get it right back
Headed to money, but I'm coming right back
All my niggas draped in designer
Tell 'em meet us at the bank, they tryna find us
I ain't met a bitch that ain't tryna find us
When it drop, how they ain't gon' sign us?
Talk to 'em
Still can't trust no nigga, nah
So I ride Glock 40 'bout ten in 'em
Some of them niggas killers, I just hope the lord forgive us we all sinners
Came up from the start with 'em
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of the boy denim
I'ma make these niggas feel this shit
Somethin' like a car hit 'em
Okay, a whole lotta crazy shit roll in 'em, yeah
See, they ain't love me until I start winning
See, they ain't never know I had it all in me
Family came home, gave 'em all Christmas, yeah
True story shit, non-fiction
They smelling me, I can hear 'em sniffin'
We get sick, a whole lotta bottles, we pop shit
I swear we really got it out the mud
Call Papi ASAP, we need mud, yeah
I remember trying hard to a get a dub
Guess back then shit was what it was
Now a nigga catch flight hope the seat right
See, I never expected to be this piped
Goin' broke, shit, I know what it feels like
Getting rich, I don't know what that feels like
See, they ain't met another nigga keep it real like that, yeah
Fuck your ho and give her right back, yeah
Fuck it up and get it right back
Headed to money, but I'm coming right back
All my niggas draped in designer
Tell 'em meet us at the bank, they tryna find us
I ain't met a bitch that ain't tryna find us
When it drop, how they ain't gon' sign us?
Talk to 'em
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