[Intro]
(What's good Shredder)
(Nuki let that shit bang n***a)

[Chorus (Backend Foreign)]
My bitch keep finding blue racks in my laundry
I put them racks up on my plate when I was hungry
They asking how I fit a 50 in these tight jeans
They ain’t know I had a tie it with the diamonds
No picking and choosing we all gotta slide
They play then they lay and they all gotta die
Where I'm from it ain't safe we surrounded by crime
I’m surrounded by shooters they all in they prime

[Verse 1 (Yung OG)]
(Ayy) A n***a real it's not disguise
I told shawty she my kind (Ayy)
Push up on me round 8, so I make my n***a tote a 9
And we got weapons when we ridе and we got weapons when wе high (Ayy)
I gotta talk to god 'cause I ain't feelin' this
It's like we living just to die
Heal my heart now I'm scarred
Play my guitar, my rod
Decorate your Glock up with some drums
See a opp and empty out your gun
[Verse 2 (NoCap)]
Just had a threesome like Chris Paul
Shot on both dudes like Derek Henry
Saint Laurent on me like Mark Ingram
Get da shootin' out da demon got da opps screamin’
I was broke now and I ran it up
Now I got a million dollar semen
I was savin’ all my tears wit' drugs, hopin’ don't nobody see me
Know some n***as that's going to ride wit' us
I’m helping them look for the keys
And I never knew this day would come
I would pay to put n***as on t's
Bitch I'm a big boss
Take off ya lipgloss
I don't like lipstick on my weed
Thought a n***a killed slim
I made da car get off
And I watched ? shoot dat bitch on his knees
We hittin', we slide, we gotta get home
Throw out da Glocks like Patrick Mahomes
If money talk, you watching ya tone
Didn't borrow nun from you ,you left me alone
Skrrt, speed off and crash again
Fuck n***a hatin' on accident
Put dem choppas to work we ain't callin' in
Step in dirt leave dior prints
Bad bitch look like Megan
Still had to tell her I'm good tho
And the lil bitch was stallion
You still hear the horses I'm pullin' off to slow
Still rockin' Bally, these bitches 150
And they come straight out of nuvo
I cut off my plug he knew what it was
And told him we blow all da new smoke
I'm making changes, I'm stayin' dangerous
Tryin' wrap bodies, my soul singin'
[Chorus (Backend Foreign)]
My bitch keep finding blue racks in my laundry
I put them racks up on my plate when I was hungry
They asking how I fit a 50 in these tight jeans
They ain't know I had a tie it with the diamonds
No picking and choosing we all gotta slide
They play then they lay and they all gotta die
Where I'm from it ain't safe we surrounded by crime
I'm surrounded by shooters they all in they prime
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)