[Intro]
Aye Manny, this joint crank fool
Johnny Caravaggio

[Chorus]
I was just down bad fucked up, uh
Went in the stu' parked in and I lucked up
These n***as down bad these n***as fucked up
Walk in the trap and I got my lil' bucks up
Shit so crazy how these n***as switch up
Time to go slide gotta load all the Glicks up
All this ice on my neck had to bust my lil' wrist up
'Bout to get thirty pounds I ain't doin' no sit-ups
Before all this rap everybody knew me
Sellin' that crack rock right in the street
Got charged five bands for a motherfuckin' feat'
Balenci' my hoodie Balenci' my feet
Remember them days my brothers couldn't eat
Now it's just Benihana when we feast
I really got killers to the [?] to the [?]
I'm Big 64 n***a from the Creek

[Verse]
Cartier frames when I look
I be readin' n***as like a book
I ain't have my gun hit him with a hook
When n***as see me pussy n***as shook
My OG taught me n***a how to cook
How you lose thirty grams you a rookie
I need ten bands to get booked
If you got less than that you gettin' jugged, uh
Go to New York got stars in the Wraith
Hop out the car me and Suave hit the bank
Go to the hood get a young n***a Drac's
[?] 6-4 [?]
Don't need no friends don't need no fakes
'Cause I already know these n***as gon' hate
Got blue hundreds now put that shit in they face
Remember Chazbandz told me young n***a gon' make it
Uh, I'm a real young OG no fakin'
Teach all the young n***as get that paper
Find you a lane and we gotta go take it
I ain't fall offthese n***as just hatin'
Don't fuck with no pigs don't fuck with no bacon
12 hit the spot man this shit just got raided
Fresh out the trap and this shit feel amazing
And I still got that crack like the motherfuckin' eighties
[Interlude]
Yeah, Goonrich n***a, yeah (Uh)
And I lucked up
Huh?
Trap, oooh
Go slide

[Chorus]
I was just down bad fucked up, uh
Went in the stu' parked in and I lucked up
These n***as down bad these n***as fucked up
Walk in the trap and I got my lil' bucks up
Shit so crazy how these n***as switch up
Time to go slide gotta load all the Glicks up
All this ice on my neck had to bust my lil' wrist up
'Bout to get thirty pounds I ain't doin' no sit-ups
Before all this rap everybody knew me
Sellin' that crack rock right in the street
Got charged five bands for a motherfuckin' feat'
Balenci' my hoodie Balenci' my feet
Remember them days my brothers couldn't eat
Now it's just Benihana when we feast
I really got killers to the [?] to the [?]
I'm Big 64 n***a from the Creek