[Intro]
L462, gang
(Kill that beat, Cam)

[Verse 1]
They don't know you, they tryna throw you under a mission
Sippin' codeine, I love to see it bubble
If I spin, just know I made back double
Keep a bankroll on me, that's why bitches love me
My n***as clutchin', that's why they ain't touch them
My n***as with it, that's why they bussin'
Heart of a lion, pops told me, "You gotta fight"
That's what it's like on the jungle
But this what it's like when you up, bitch, you gotta clutch
'Cause fuck n***as tryna run up
I had [?] on the [?], down in the mud
'Cause everybody tryna come up
Baby girl know I'm a thug but she fell in love
And my love fuckin' her up
She know I don't want no hugs, I want me some drugs
I just pour a line on my cup
New bitches, all in my DM's so if my bitch lеaves
It's okay, I been linin' them up
I got some siblings, I don't gеt to seein' 'em
They stuck in the struggle, I gotta come up
Fuckin' on his BM, now lil' n***a pump
Like he seein' my top shotta boxin' him up
That boy a bitch, I can't be him
He flexin' that shit but that fuck boy ain't poppin' it up
[Chorus]
If we spin down his block, leave it red
Hundred shottas, hundred Glocks, bitch, we poppin' his head
We ain't gon' talk to the feds, n***as know snitches get stitches
That shit been a [?], I can't let her get in my head
She tryna fuck up my grind, I'm just tryna fuck up her bed
'Member they left me for dead
That's why I'm tryna make money, not tryna make friends

[Verse 2]
I want the sack 'cause I never had it
We was all playin' sports, we ain't think about Pateks
Put the push start in sport, bitch, you know dash it
Livin' fast, momma prayin' that I ain't crash it
Fifty drum, lemon squeeze like a automatic
When you never had nothin' you learn to stack it
Used to walk in the school with it in my jacket
'Cause I know I got oppositions, I ain't lackin'
Catch his ass walkin' home from school, we walk him down
D.O.A., [?]
I can't name a n***a I gave a fuck about
I got no love, let me get you the around and around
Momma ain't havin' no job, they ain't give me no call
Now they all call 'cause I ball
Young n***a and I feel like I been through the most
But no, I ain't been through it all
[Chorus]
If we spin down his block, leave it red
Hundred shottas, hundred Glocks, bitch, we poppin' his head
We ain't gon' talk to the feds, n***as know snitches get stitches
That shit been a [?], I can't let her get in my head
She tryna fuck up my grind, I'm just tryna fuck up her bed
'Member they left me for dead
That's why I'm tryna make money, not tryna make friends