Shout out them boys
With they own swag
Shout out them hoes
With they on bag
You a joke
If you broke
N***a, don’t laugh
Got the ball in my hand
And I don’t pass
These n***as see me
And hit gas
Never seen n***as run so fast
And these bitches be going out
So sad
Yeah he slid
But he told you I blew back

Big dog AR, they call me dope
Spend a band on the jeans
And two on the coat
N***a said he ain’t snitch
We seen what he wrote
Free KG
About bro
I do the most
Ain’t no stop
When I click
Imma keep going
He can drop
If he woo
Or if he with folk
Any opp want
Smoke’ll get cancer
Get the n***a outta here (hair)
Like dandruff
Chop somebody son up
For a ransom
Got a crazy story
Like Grandson
Wraith, Ghost, Phantom
Lil bitch you don’t meet my standards
Comin at you 3D like Beanie
You don’t know me
Bitch go stream me
I was hungry
N***as ain’t feed me
Now a n***a palm
Got money like Keke
26AR spit Ether
Me on your song
That’s a lit ass feature
Big B’s
Two C’s on my sneakers
Caught a dash
Tryna jeep like creepers
Lil Bitch she bad but mixxy
Two shots plus one
She tipsy
Small frame
But her ass get jiggly
Come take this dick
Get with me

Too drippy
You don’t see my sneakers?
Too sitchy
I’m spinnin with either
Too mixxy
I know she a eater
Tell her come
And she slidin’ like Jeter
Might love her
But she know I don’t need her
She cheat
She know Imma leave her
No stanley bro
Stay with a steamer
You parked up
You know is a Pita
He was lackin’
For less a liter
Fuck the gram
In the streets
I’m a leader
26 got racks
Serena
Heard you showed up in court
Subpoena
I don’t like nothin
Less than a Nina
But this .80 I had was a keeper
He say he gon’ kill me
Dreamer
They don’t wanna seem
Me and Beans team up

She for me
I put her in Dior
She for the team
I throw her to the boys
Ain’t a mil
Then that contract void
500 what?
I ain’t hearin’ that noise
Got my own swag
Ain’t following boys
AR got his own bag
These n***as be so mad
Me and Beans and Vert
Used to slide on our own path
Call Jayy Savage
Look how fast he get here
He Wooo
He soon gon die like Ric Flair
(Wooo K)
Got drip like swimwear
How you 26
You never been there
After I fuck I get disgusted
Lil bitch I ain’t love you
I just lusted
Want to drill? My music
Give instructions
Make a peaceful neighborhood
Disrupted
Lil bitch on my dick need to get off
When I slide
They like what did he let off
Queen Latifah
Set off
If the jakes on a block
We gon’ get off
And we Outta there
Sped off
Got a lawyer
If I need the feds off
Dope trapper*
Still tryna get meds off
I don’t care bout a deal
Cause I’m better off

Shout out them boys
With they own swag
Shout out them hoes
With they on bag
You a joke
If you broke
N***a, don’t laugh
Got the ball in my hand
And I don’t pass
These n***as see me
And hit gas
Never seen n***as run so fast
And these bitches be going out
So sad
Yeah he slid
But he told you I blew back