[Intro]
(Lumbra)
Fifty-fifth boys
Real droppers
We drop shit
Mob shit, we drop shit
You on opp shit, then we pop shit

[Chorus]
Thirty racks right inside a bag, n***a, fuck a safe
Free my main slime, he caught a opp and he popped his face
And I'm smokin' buddy right now, but I can't drop a name
He was dissin' in his rap songs, n***a died for fame

[Verse 1]
Ran up sixty K in six days, boy, that's ten a day
My lil' n***as shoot like they just came from the NBA
I was on that block movin' right, I'm tryna make a play
Boy, I'm Dillon Brooks in this bitch, I ain't come to play
Remember I was down, couldn't ask for a fuckin' favor
They thought I was dead, came back to life like the Undertaker
I can't feel my face when I smoke all these flavors
Up the chop and watch him drive by, call that shit an anklе breaker
I'm on the еighth with two guns, I feel like Rambo
I ain't sign a deal, I make my money off the bando
Mike Amiri, Louis V, I got mad clothes
Only time I ran, when I got chased by some fan hoes
Shorty tryna fuck, I'm like, "Yes, that's what I'm tryna do"
Bitch, I'm from the five, we smoke his pops, we don't fuck with dude
I was chasin' money since young, I was skippin' school
And we smokin' Lotti, he tried to run, that n***a fuckin' doomed
If we get the drop, we get to slidin', it's a DOA
And we got him bleedin', boy, you know you cannot run away
Boy, I'm in the field every day, like a cornerback
2020 Hellcat, I'm tryna see where the horses at
If I see the cops, do the dash, this shit sport mode
I ain't fuckin' with my codey 'cause I know he told
[Chorus]
Thirty racks right inside a bag, n***a, fuck a safe
Free my main slime, he caught a opp and he popped his face
And I'm smokin' buddy right now, but I can't drop a name
He was dissin' in his rap songs, n***a died for fame

[Verse 2]
We catch a opp, we make it hot, this shit a tragedy
Walkin' with the chop every day, this shit is casual to me
Brodie hit a opp in his face, then he passed it to me
We can hit the bank if you n***as ain't blastin' with me
We catch a opp, we make it hot, this shit a tragedy
Walkin' with the chop every day, this shit is casual to me
Brodie hit a opp in his face, then he passed it to me
We can hit the bank if you n***as ain't blastin' with me

[Chorus]
Thirty racks right inside a bag, n***a, fuck a safe
Free my main slime, he caught a opp and he popped his face
And I'm smokin' buddy right now, but I can't drop a name
He was dissin' in his rap songs, n***a died for fame

[Outro]
Ran up sixty K, in six days, boy, that's ten a day
My lil' n***as shoot like they just came from the NBA
I was on that block movin' right, I'm tryna make a play
Boy, I'm Dillon Brooks in this bitch, I ain't come to play