Trademark
No Name Droppin
[Intro]
Finna run up these bodies, fuck n***a
Imma buy a n***a, or either go step on em
Either one, I'm coming
(Damn, Trademark!)

[Verse]
Ay
I could turn a bitch pretty, she won't cut into this check (cut into this check)
I just fucked this bitch and she left stains on my Nike Tech (on my Nike Tech)
N***as hidin', I don't got time for that, you come, I'm snatching necks (come, I'm snatching necks)
Bitches fuck, so charge it to the gang, then run you up a check, n***a (n***a)
This bitch hurt me, almost fell in love with her (bitch)
Imma bounce back with a new bitch anyway, let Buck hit her
Ain't no love for a scrub, baby, I'm a thug n***a (I'm a thug n***a)
In the club, with my n***as buckin' and we sеnd slugs at em (Blatt)
I spend five thousand on somе guns, they know I get shit done (know I get shit done)
Drop them funds, my n***as bring back heads, and chase n***as that run (chase n***as that run)
I done blew a hunnid' thousand, wit' my n***as in one month
I was spending it on dumb shit, get the bag and fuck it up
Coulda been dropped a chain
Coulda been dropped a ring
But what I been did was slid, most of the gang done caught a brain
I'll throw this shit away, I don't give a fuck about no fame
A n***a play with me, I'm crashing, so don't say my fucking name
All these bitch ass n***as playin', til they see they brother brain
That's the outcome of this shit, when you think playin' with me a game
I got aim, I say one word and they blast, n***a
Cause them shooters paid, I send bro get on your ass, n***a
.30 to his face (Yea!)
Christian Lou, bloody bottoms, I got spikes on my toes
They say diamonds losing value, so I might just keep the gold
In the trenches, wit my n***as, I get money, and buy souls
I'm wit backstreet, my bro say hit his line if you need them bowls
Bitch, I can make your dawg slime you out
N***a took my brudda, bitch, so that's the shit I'm slidin' bout
I can't let it go, he gon' forever, it's straight slaughter house
We come with automatics, man these n***as done brought the reaper out
Ayy, bitch, take this dick hoe, just keep it down (down)
Put your legs behind your head, just lay there, Imma beat it down (down)
I ain't bust yet, I'm off this X, bitch, just turn around
Arch your back in, and call me Breezy while I dig you out (hahaha) (yea)
I got bodies, I get n***as found
Jump off in that water, and try dot I bet that n***a drown
Shoot this bitch for four minutes, we came wit a hunnid' rounds (what? what? what?)
N***a we do no missin', jump out gang, we run you down (what? what? what?)
I just bought a new crib, that bitch got hella space (bitch got hella space)
Might just go cop me a cat, bitch, cause now I'm hella paid (skrr)
N***as steady smoking who, what? He at heaven gates
Got this ass on the Choppa, it's never tired, like Kevin Gates
I been spending hella cash, these n***as mad I done bossed up (bossed up)
Put my name inside your song, lil' n***a, it's gon' cost ya (cost ya)
Ugh, knock em off cuh, we get n***as taped up? (taped up?)
Ridin' with my young n***a, hop out, let that drac bust? (drac bust?)
They know we stupid, we get every n***a that played us (played us)
N***a, so I advise you keep that thing tucked (Buh)
He like Nine, you banged up? (banged up?)
Dot done got em flamed up?
He say he smoke Rolo pack, (what?) now that n***a winged up?
Dig him up, that n***a dead (n***a dead)
Ugh, .762 done hit his friend (hit his friend)
N***a still sending n***as off the shards (yea) Get a n***a hit for thirty thousand
Like that, bitch RW, n***a SRT on every Glock