[Intro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang

[Verse]
They say, "Lil' Nahmir, where you been at?" I'm just passin' a breeze
I been runnin' up a check, that's why these bitches on me
I been coolin', layin' low, but I'm not takin' a seat (Izak made this one)
But just know a n***a back and this time I won't leave
I been runnin', runnin', runnin', gotta check me a bag
I got hunnids on my neck and I got Trues on my ass
N***as said I'm goin' broke, well, I just take it and laugh
I be speedin' in that foreign with Five-O on my ass
But I'm that n***a, I won't ever change, rubbin' off the paint
Smokin' dank, got a Uzi in my lap, I let it bang
Free Lil Tay, know he keep a 'K, but he not Tay-K
I up the chop and let it blow him, watch this bitch heat his face, I'm that n***a
And all my young n***as pullin' triggers, we gorillas
We let this bitch off until you feel us, for you n***as
That's always on IG with them yiggies, takin' pictures
Is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches?
You n***as really hoes and you be actin' like these bitches
You n***as say y'all silent, but y'all probably in there snitchin'
Most the n***as that's around me throwin' C's like they Crippin'
But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian
But I'm rockin' with my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch, I keep a .40
You say I'm lackin', n***a, try me, shoot you and your shorty
I'm cookin up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
(Verse 2)
Streets off the land smoking Propane (ay) walked up on this bitch (bitch) catching heat on the beat bitch got a clip hanging from your mutha fucking nose if you keep running your mouth I don’t fuck with fakers (nah) l on my jersey like lakers balling on shorties like LeBron James (ay) ghetto in this bitch me and n***as will give static to anyone that wants it you don’t want this (no) keeping running your mouth you gonna get it (get it bih) rip if you try me day one I was rubbing off that paint glacier on my wrist looks like a chandelier and shit jealous ass n***as are mad I’m coming up in this bitch save your envy got the smoke like marijuana (yuh)

Hit a opp up, dreads swangin' just like I'm a Rasta
Smokin' ganja and I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas
Any n***a test my gangsta, n***a, I'ma pop 'em
And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck n***as
It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck, n***a
N***as dissin' on Lil Valley, he get slumped, n***a
We shoot his body, then we lay him in that trunk n***a
I'm one-hundo, bitch, that's on my life, I will never fold
A n***a speakin on Lil Quay, well then, that n***a gotta go
I'm really small, but I can fight, but I'ma still up that pole
For you n***as think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me, ho
Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit
I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin life that I fuckin' live
But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
But if it's money near your head, well, I'ma fuckin get it, man

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang