[Verse 1]
Uh, never let a n***a ice me (Never)
Old numbers popping up, scam likely (Brrt)
I was moving right in my off-white tee's
A print stamp on the dope trying to fiend the high beats, uh
I'm making killings in billings
Them n***as still in their feelings
I'm counting blues like I'm crippin'
Your six soul is a million
And free my dawg out of prison
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You want to f*** with a real one

[Verse 2]
And I might drop a dub on a dime b**** (Uh)
If you drop dumb your a dumb b**** (Uh)
N***** sending shots like the guardsmen
Your day ones aren't always the n***** that you come with (Uh)
Who gon’ keep a milli from the jump
Ridin’ through the city with the pump (Yeah)
Richest n**** really from the slum
N**** really try to keep it where I’m from
Had to put the sticky on the drum like (Bow, Whoa)

[Pre-Chorus]
Smoke blowing out the window (Oh)
See them n***** ‘round my opps don’t think my friends home (No, Oh)
Tell me how you want to give it up (Oh)
I don’t give a f*** about love I’m standing on big trust (Whoa)
[Chorus]
‘Cause I got homies, plotting on me
I get no sleep, I get no sleep
‘Cause I got homies, plotting on me
I get no sleep, I get no sleep (Uh)

[Verse 3]
I just walked in through the front door, left all the s*** with her backend (Uh)
Would try to f*** with me back then, look at little sweetie trying to tap in (Uh)
Money on his head transaction, yall just getting money in the past tense (Uh)
I can name ten n***** mad right now that I came off rapping (Uh)
Pushing the leader the money turned me ‘into a boss
Bigger the commas n**** the harder they gon’ fall
I’ve been set up by a n**** I used to love
How I’m ‘possed to trust them b****** met in the club
She’s more skilled but f****** her, then Young Thug her
I’m telling you what it is, I’m talking ‘bout what it was
Yeah you got guns but everybody got guns just put the stick on the drum like (Bow, Whoa)

[Pre-Chorus]
Smoke blowing out the window (Oh)
See them n***** ‘round my opps don’t think my friends home (No, Oh)
Tell me how you want to give it up (Oh)
I don’t give a f*** about love I’m standing on big trust (Whoa)

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got homies, plotting on me
I get no sleep, I get no sleep
‘Cause I got homies, plotting on me
I get no sleep, I get no sleep (Uh)
[Outro - DJ Drama]
Clyde, Guvera
This ‘gon make for a hardcover
DJ Drama
Gangsta Grizzle