Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran
Yeah the nings watch me but I'm watching back
Gotta off this, rack
Gotta flip like a hundred bags
Gotta win so this gun gets dacked
Gotta get a shiv
Gotta get the strap
If he in my ends then he gotta get taxed
I don't give a fuck if it's beans or it's crack
Ketamine got that muscle relax
Amphetamine do the opposite of that
All my opps get smashed
If he talk to police then the cunt gets clapped
If he want beef then I'm ordering that like
Rest In Peace little dog, little rat
Don't run up in the T
Coz I got a stick thats as long as a bat
I'm running these streets
My runners on the streets
Get it clean and they get it out bashed
It's fuck the police
Yeah the Ds can't keep me from flipping these packs
Yeah I seen what a real loving family was like
But they were gone by the time I was grown
So I gotta ensure that my little gs bring them racks back home
They tap my phone
Get them Ps and wrap them Os 'til the PO close
Call me Al Capone
Now I'm grown
I don't give a fuck what police might know
Get a warrant
Bitch
I'ma keep making all these deposits
Yeah I ball so hard I'ma keep a four fiff and about 2k in my wallet
At all times
They capping
Say they're a big fish in this pond but they small time
I feed thousands
So my soldiers are back selling crack on the frontline
Secure the bag and count it
Keep up your guard
Catch em like punchlines
We get down we get rowdy
You know my time is money and trappers ain't got time
Yeah I've done time twice
But i had to keep trapping
Got mine, now I'm on track
He can't play me twice
Coz he ain't coming back if he play me once
That's facts
We got glock 19s
In messenger bags
Til my opps get even the 45 has every right to brag
When she puff that bag of the green that's the best she's had
Yeah I know you're a queen but bitch you gotta pay for these grams
Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran
You'll get the V.I.P seat bitch
Watch me kill a man
On the gang
If they talk to constables
We love to let it bang
Bang
Bang
You a bitch you a mutt
You're a dog you're a stain
Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran
Now it's a hundred percent
He won't be letting down another friend again
Fuck em
Didn't know you could run like that while ducking
That's sweet
If he talk to the Sergeant he's lunch meat
Yeah the paperwork said
What the paperwork said
So they caught him in his lungs he's
Gasping for air right now
He's scared right now
That's a tight little pussy
Open him up
Bullet holes in his Giorgio Armani
My sidey
Brought my sidepiece in so I got him at the party
He can't even move right now
And it's 3 months later he's poor on the recovery
Soldier? Ha
My Mummy was stronger
So get out that bed
And get in that stroller
You'll walk again
When you get older
100%
You'll be a loner
I'm popping Champs
For all of my bruvas that kept their composure
You're alone again
I stuck to the script, now these bitches are posters
Smoke weed on the sofa
I'm puffing this shit, coz it's shit being sober
He run like the Olympics
He keeping his distance it isn't Corona
Too many numerous drillings
Too many killings
Viva La Coca
She just moved to the Coast
She wanna top me she wan get with the culture
He moved far away
But lucky for me I got killers all over
Shoot from far away
Walk up, he's pleading he's bleeding it's over
When she taste that cocaine flake that's the best she's had
Yeah I know you're a babe but bitch you gotta pay for these grams
Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran
Girl
You get to watch a homicide from the front side of the van
On the gang
I was in the frontline taking my aim like
You a bitch you a mutt
You're a dog you're a stain
Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran
Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran