(Da Realest)
I got a brick and I just nailed that
Soon as I get bag, make sure my demons get a Hell-cat
They wonder why it's comin' out that colour, it's a pale pack
I put overtime into my bag to get my L's back (L's back)
I woke up and spent eleven flat
You won't see me coppin' bricks of dog if I can't mail 'em back
Don't lie to kick it with me, nigga, I can always smell the cap
Ain't liftin' up no whip, my baby name, they always got the jacks (they always got the jacks)
I turn nitty off a zone
We get busy off the info that we pick up off the hoes
I'm the one to front the bag and keep 'em busy off the pros
I can show you how to flip and dip the rizzy 'til it blow ('til it blow)
My lil' brother case just went federal, esteemed charges
I see all my opps bullet head, Steve Harvey
See 'em, pull up, hop out
Who woulda knew that niggas' main snipers woulda copped out? (copped out)
Heard you got some dog, but it ain't like the work that I got
I was on the road while all y'all boys was gettin' hightops
I ain't show no pape', I guess them boys think it's a drought now
Oh, you got them lil' J's? You doin' it for clout now
I let all these bitches make they end, I can't save a ham
You can't really count that as a lick, you took like seven bands
They ain't tryna get off how I do it, niggas rather scam
My brother do that dog just like a butcher, he like shavin' grams
Try to slide, we hittin' niggas' whip until they car can't start
We the ones that bring that razor back, but not in Arkansas
Bitch, I go get busy with the bag, I just park the key
I'm really whoop, to show that I ain't cappin', I'll park the sleeve
It be days I don't even wear my mask, shit, I'm chosen
Plus that Drac' I got be splittin' shit in half just like Moses
So these bitches think they finna get a ring, must be trollin'
I been burnt out, ain't even want a ring around Rosie
Niggas say that I got war out here like I ain't gettin' focused
Shit, I feel like I make money more when I ain't gettin' noticed
Say it's 50 states, but I want me a bag in Minnesota
Catch a rap nigga out, make him pop just like he Clover
Shit, it's crazy, boy, when I hear 'bout that bag, I get in motion
I get to it fast, I be on that road like General Motors
It's the major leagues when I go get the bag, and I'm the closer
I'm the nigga poppin' up in niggas' town like Dennis Schröder (Dennis Schröder)