[Pre-Chorus]
I'm runnin' with shooters
I'm in the cut and I'm coolin
N***as they made me do it
I made a hunnid at shows
Bitch I get paid to do it
You bitches get fucked for free
I never paid to do it
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These n***as thought I was done
I got them mad for real
They know I'm paid for real
Saint Lauren shades for real
I'm bout to get on that pussy
Until she beg for real

[Chorus]
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These n***as they mad for real
'Cause they bitches I had to kill
And they don't gang for real
And they don't bang for rеal
And they don't get paid for real
See mе you know them chains is real (Grrr)
[Verse 1: LouGotCash]
Keep a .45 'cus I'm lit n***a (Grrr)
Keep a Draco with two sticks n***a (Grrr)
Get a ride around with that shh- n***a (Grrr)
Still ridin round with that shh- n***a (Grrr)

My bitch blonde and she thick n***a
I don't stay calm 'bout shit n***a
I don't stay behind no bitch n***as
I came home got rich n***as
I aim for game quit n***a
Stay ten toes ain't snitch n***a
Go up North get big n***a

Still ridin round with that shit n***a (Grrr)
My pinkie ring a whole brick n***a (Grrr)
Gotta couple keys on my wrist n***a (Grrr)
Gotta Spanish 'ting in my whip n***a

And my brother bringing that shit n***a
Whole clips n***a, whole zips n***a
I could front you some, but that's it n***a
Be quick n***a, don't miss n***a
I could put you down but don't slip n***a
Don't fuck around with them bitch n***as
No loose lifts, sink shifts, n***a
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm runnin' with shooters
I'm in the cut and I'm coolin
N***as they made me do it
I made a hunnid at shows
Bitch I get paid to do it
You bitches get fucked for free
I never paid to do it
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These n***as thought I was done
I got them mad for real
They know I'm paid for real
Saint Lauren shades for real
I'm bout to get on that pussy
Until she beg for real

[Chorus]
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These n***as they mad for real
'Cause they bitches I had to kill
And they don't gang for real
And they don't bang for real
And they don't get paid for real
See me you know them chains is real
[Bridge]
For a hood n***a, they know I'm for somethin' (Grr)
You don't inform me I'm clutchin' (Grr)
We was too fake with the Wapp
Mix the sprite with the Tussin
I get like 20 a show
I don't stress bout a hoe
Bobby is my bro
He gon shoot he on parole
I done made a couple mills, got these bitches in a days
Brodie slidin over cars, like this shit back in the days
Made a millie off of music, man I'm still stuck in my ways
Man these n***as said they ooze, but my brodie he got grazed

[Chorus]
Back in my bag for real
They jackin my swag for real
These n***as they mad for real
'Cause they bitches I had to kill
And they don't gang for real
And they don't bang for real
And they don't get paid for real
See me you know them chains is real (Grrrr)