[Intro]
(Tylian made the beat)

[Verse 1: NR Boor]
Used to trap I had nothin to show for it
Now I'm in the lead with the dope boys
Put a dime on your head, they'll go for it
I ain't puttin' the time into no whores
Youngin I'm lit, had the city on dick ever since we recorded Paul George
Had to line up some tree, run it up in a week so I bought me some guns and ran off
Get up close so I know that he dead
How he out? Man I know he the Feds
He been talkin' all crazy like he really with it, tell brodie put one to his wig
You ain't loyal, fuckеd all of my friends
I just popped me a pеrc again
I just went up on a verse again
I ain't gon' lie, lil baby I'm him
I'm gon' carry like Jim
Jump in that water and swim
We shoot shit up, films
He only shoot up the pills

[Verse 2: Lil Na]
Got killers I keep em on standby
They gon shoot if I raise my hand high
I got this shit out the mud, sandbox
Goin through shit, still keepin' my head high
Smokin' the best, that's shit that you can't buy
N***as know we don't play, n***as get shot
I think my trap the ten like last night
This bitch, she irkin' as fuck
I told her you gon' get open or what? (Tylian made the beat)
Cause soon as they on me, she open em up
This Glock I got is gon open him up
This bitch act like she ain't posed to get fucked
Go head, try slide and get plucked
Go head, try slide and get stuck
I got my burner inside of the club
I'm in Miami, I'm posted with thugs
I'm in a Lambo, I'm rollin it up
I took my shot I done threw it right up
Who got the city on smash? That's us
She let me smash for a couple of bucks
I'm not anybody, I watch how I talk
Them n***as try walk how I walk
Them n***as can't walk how I walk
Them n***as can't talk how I talk
[Verse 3: OT7 Quanny]
You rappers my sons, drag us
Once it's up, it's stuck, cactus
You postin' that bitch, well I hit her
We got the streets on lock, Kawhi Leonard
I used to sell white like Riff Raff
Now my pockets look like his bitch ass
I walk into Louis and go crazy
Bitch I'm the Goat, Quan Brady
Oh that's the cops, I dash like I'm Stacy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Broski pull up and he leavin' shit messy
Shootin' with both hands, ya right and ya leftys
We got a Glock that's 6'2
Oh you was dissin' but it's cool
Now he laid up, breathin' out tubes (Tylian made the beat)
You can't move how I move
They got the drop and he died
Shit, he shouldn't have went live
I done lost like a dub in one week
Then I ran up 50 in one month
He left his Glock at home, he a dum dum
Uh, yeah
All this cash in my pocket, I'm losin' my ID
Shit, my wrist on iced tea
Oh you got n***as turnt up, and you got em catchin' bodies
My P.O, he don't like it
And oh you tough I like it
Bro that's him, strike it
RIP, sleep shit like Tyson
[Outro]
This that OT7 shit, n***a
NR3
N***as know, the zoo we run the streets