Look, uh
I seen lil' homie flip a hundred bands
And go broke in a week (Facts)
It went live, on them 55
That flexin' shit went deep (Pray)
He put his hoes all in Designer
Brought his ass down to a G (Word)
He left his crib, but he parked his car
That "Skrrt" made him reach (Swerve)
Never claim to be a gangsta nigga
That just ain't my lane (Woo)
Pose a threat and you get stretched
We call that just being a mane (On God)
Some grew up in the streets
Around the streets just ain't the same (Facts)
Baby I've been off the porch
At 25, swear you lane (Ha)
They be changing they demeanor
When they get around these hoes (They do)
How you got this shit lock?
But steady go against the code? (Who know?)
He put that gun to our face
And it was then I watched you fold (Word?)
Then you try to play and flip that shit on me
That's what you told?
Tryna take care of my kids
To see this shit 'till I get old
I'ma, stand myself
I swear to God I know I'm cold (Facts)
I'm the shit, they can't slow me down
They see I'm on a roll
Call me King in this bitch, you niggas know
Look
Do your dirt by your lonely
So you ain't gotta hide that
If somebody come at you
And taking shots, you fire back
And then lil bro, don't send a low
Ain't no where you can hide that
All my niggas stand on been and
Guarantee we slide back (Bow, bow, bow)
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
(Small circle, big business, business, man)
(You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
(Bigger than big)
(Mtb3x, man the biggest)
(Like, what the fuck goin' on man?)
(They better not play with us, for sure)
A- A- Aye
They tryna check me I'm callin' the ice over (Let's go)
Flippin' performers, you watchin a maestro (Cold)
Shit that I'm good in the hood, bitch I'm Geico
I stay with blick, what the fuck I'ma fight for? (Bah)
Gentrified to try and serve other white folk (Ha)
In the hood, generation just like a light pole (Light)
When the time, I'ma keep me some IO
Keep me a shooter, he slide for a light four
And we ain't deckin' smoke
Pies on the way with extra artichoke (Who want some more?)
Me and my mans when we were ten
I gave a sent see order for (That low)
Slide by my Celery Lane
No need for no Colder Fitting (On God)
Country boy gon' pay the tax
Plus he ain't had no dependence (Hahaha)
Do your dirt by your lonely
So you ain't gotta hide that
If somebody come at you
And taking shots, you fire back
And then lil bro, don't send a low
Ain't no where you can hide that
All my niggas stand on been and
Guarantee we slide back