Yall fuck with Dre Banks
Turn me up Trad

[Verse]
When we catch the one who spoke on bro, can't nothin' save him
We up 8, 3 seconds left, man this shit in our favor
N***as dissed the guys, but tucked they tail, 'cause how we bangin'
That bitch gon' choose us, my daily fit her n***a savin'
Free Gboy the one, Mr. Go get 'em, make shit dangerous
Ridin' full speed, two blicks in my hood won't let 'em take me
Double or not stuffed in my RtA's, this shit look crazy
Found a way, shit I can't even lie this rap shit saved me
Keep a blick, everyday block hot, you don't know who they hit
I hate when the opps can't get with us, they hit the innocent
Louis kicks cost 28 plus tax, bae just don't scuff my shit
Why you want that one ho' anyone, she ate up half the clique
Oh you love that bitch we use to fuck, n***a you trapped her
DND, her n***a called her phone, but she can't answer
Before you focus more on bitches, n***a, get that bag up
It's 2k for a blower, these bitches cheap, come get your racks up
They gripped me for them poles, I stood on ten, 'cause I'm legit
Made my apperance rich as fuck
To let the opps know they ain't shit
And we out ten deep in the club
If some' go off, somebody gettin' hit
DA gave my homie life cause he ain't tell when he got gripped
Free all them killers doin' time that might not see the sun again
But I can't speak for all of yall
'Cause I know killers locked in with snitches
Free racks to book 'em
I see why n***as hate, 'cause I'm doin' all the shit they couldn't
I know my bank account look fat
She know I got racks, know I ain't gotta show 'em
I went broke, then got it back all by myself out on that corner
We made summer cold, if you ain't know go check the stats
Bad lil' bitch backdoorin', every time she just might text
I heard that bag was on his head
That's why his partners left him flat
N***a, go get you some money before you diss me on that track
Why you mad at me, we fucked 'yo bitch, that ain't my problem
Keep on makin' threats on Instagram, n***a come solve 'em
In my city bitch we lit, just ask they block, we get straight to it
I can't lock in with no n***a if he ain't known for a few shootings
I charge 10k for a verse, he come with halves, just took it from me
I pour up wock to ease the pain
Them percs be fuckin' with my stomach