[Part 1]

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Who’s the n***a that told to the feds?
Who’s the n***a that shitted his pants?
Who’s the n***a caught lackin’ again?
How the fuck do I deal with these n***as? They piss me the fuck off, they hurtin’ my head
If I had a wish, I wish to free all of the n***as that’s locked in the mother fucking pen
Designer jeans, spend a band, load the guitar, but ain’t inna band
All my bitches exotic, a 10, she wanna fuck but I stick with my friends
Hop out the Benz, spin a n***a shutdown
If they wanna go, I send ‘em a hunnid rounds
These n***as is mad, cuz I just made it out
We sending out shots, call it a touchdown
Yes, I just reused these words
Ain’t no Soulja Boy, but the fans finna love me no matter on what they heard
Finna spend me a bag on the whip, ‘cause a n***a need more, guess I’m finna go swerve
If I spot a pussy n***a down, we gon’ send ‘em shots, cuz he never learned
N***as know I killed the beat, ayy, ayy
And she wanna suck on the meat, ayy, ayy
I ain’t never do features for free, ayy, ayy
If you wanna bar, cost a fee, ayy, ayy
I’m finna switch my flow, yeah, I’m finna switch this track as a whole
N***as said I’d never make it, but already told them
Nobody do it like me in my city, these n***as, I already fold ‘em
[Part 2]

[Verse]
I mix the Wockhard with soda
Need me a drank, finna pour up
I rock with the gang, put my fours up
Stay on my grind, finna go up
Money keep piling, I’m finna invest
Rich n***a, it’s always me and the set
Gotta stay strapped, keep a bulletproof vest
I’m on the block, I carry a TEC
Copped me some diamonds hanging on my neck
Dover Street Market, copped me some drip that I’m rocking
CDG jacket, n***as see me when I’m walking
Bark and no bite, all these n***as do the talking
Killing these beats, man, I’m on my dumb shit
Got heat in the vault, n***a, I’m never dropping

[Refrain]
I do this solo and these n***as been knew that
Don’t need no check from Distro, been had all these racks
I do this solo and these n***as been knew that
Don’t need no check from Distro, been had all these racks

[Part 3]
[Verse]
Yeah, my n***a, we switching up the location
Send me the addy, I’m at the location
These n***as lame, ‘cause they all on that fake shit
This the last drop on the list, I been made this
N***as be snitching to the feds, I hate it
I ball on these n***a, LeBron, on that gang shit
Alley-oop, this the shit I done made this
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames
Yeah, my n***a, we switching up the location
Send me the addy, I’m at the location
These n***as lame, ‘cause they all on that fake shit
This the last drop on the list, I been made this
N***as be snitching to the feds, I hate it
I ball on these n***a, LeBron, on that gang shit
Alley-oop, this the shit I done made this
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames
Hop in the whip and I skrrt off the rafe
I treat all my girls like I'm Andrew Tate
Shawty be coming for my fame
I don't fuck around, I don't fuck around with the lames (Ciao)