(Shuiii)
(Taydih on beat)
(On bookbag u ain evn no bou dat)
(Ion ion ion ataughhh)
(Atayughh watch am ughhh)
(Taydih onda blok der)

Worry about what you be saying
I'm saying
My b*tch telling me I need credit
Hold on I might use my debit
Yeah
100 shooters in my backpack
If I see you on the block we gon' clap back
Let me run it back
100 shooters on my shoulder like a quarterback
I get paid in full like a running back
Run it back
Hit that h*e in time
Had to turn it back

Little b*tch from Cascade
Had to throw a stack

B*tch so fine had to blow her back
Told gelo where the cl*t was at

Told gelo where the cl*t was at
Then I switch it up
Had to take gelo girl and I f*ck it up
B*tch smell too bad man back it up

Back it up had to run my money up
Stack it up
Yeah I remember that time I was locked up

We was locked up

Pour it in my cup
I done bought that b*tch a purse
I don't even know my verse
I been trapping out, endurance
Yeah I been popping pills
My diamonds Zephyrhills
I don't even pay my bills
Cause I'm from this here

(Ay man what the f*uck)
(Get the f*ck off the mic)
(I been waiting all day)
Childish as* b*tch ain't sucking dick
Lil h*e on the block tryna run a lick
Let me take a pic
Selling t-shirts on the block yeah we getting rich
Put his face on a T man f*ck a snitch
Pull out the Draco I won't even flinch
Like Durt use the rubber
I'm bad with the pullout
Don't have no doubt
If you drive down my block
You might change up the route
Bought out Ice Box that there be a drout
F*ck my neighbor I cut off his Wifi
Ran out Walmart with TVs f*ck a check
Snatch that

*Microphone Noises*
(Give me the f*ck)
(Ay let me put the pipe down man)
(Give me the mic man your line suck)
(Shut the f*ck up man)

(TAYDIH)

(Ay let me get that on that beat)
(Alright I'm gon' get that)
*Cough*

You know who am is I ain't take no d*ck
You know when I shoot the extendo clip
Pull with you with the 223
Better run and hide ima count to 3
I don't take no Ls all I know is dubs
Pull all the baby mamas in all the clubs
Run up your street rob your home
Walk outside it's 1 in the dawn
Doing drive by's in a Rolls Royce truck
Iced out Draco I ain't gave no f*ck
Glock in the gym no pain no gain
Hop out the sunroof then I aim

(Sh*t ain't gon' lie I ain't know how to aim)

Then I run it back

Run it back
Hit that h*e in time
Had to turn it back

Little b*tch from Cascade
Had to throw a stack

B*tch so fine had to blow her back

Told gelo where the cl*t was at

I know where it's at

I might whip out a Scat

I might whip out a quarter

That b*tch my supporter

Like YB and Bagg

We run up a bag

We don't take off the tag

I ain't fena brag

(Shawn)
(Get the f*ck out the studio dawg)
(Na f*ck that)

*Arguing in back*

(They say gelo really made a song)
(F*cked up, of course I made a song)
(I don't play with these folks)
(B*tch as* boy playing with the game)