[Verse 1]
N***as switching but that’s fine with me
But I’d rather n***as switch, than fake ride with me
Hope you just be my enemy instead of lie to me
N***a prolly would’ve killed me, would he died for me?
I just want a million dollars that my mom can see
I’ll get you hit for real, don’t know why n***as tryin’ me
Certified G, I’m who these n***as tryin’a be
I went from sleeping on a bunk to flying privately
Is she lying to my face when she on top of me
Shit, honestly, yeah probably
Try to play me like a lame as far as I can see
And all that sauce, she saw that drippin’, she got for me
[?] with all the gangstas holdin’ on your own at the gym
Ask about me they gon’ say you better not start shit with him
That boy gon’ get you wacked, oh yeah, he’s heartless for real
I was stopin’ n***as out and had blood on my Timbs
I was thuggin’ for real, but these n***as playin’
All this fakin’, they’re just tryin’a stop my concentration
N***as pray I never make it, n***as speakin’ bad on me guaranteed hatin’

[Chorus]
‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
Walk on n***a come and try these straps around me
There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
If you cross me n***a ain’t no coming back around me
I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me
All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on me
[Verse 2]
All these dreads make your bitch look
Your favorite shooter down the road, gettin’ his shit took
I ain’t fakin’, ask my partner that
Thought he was gangsta, prison knocked that tough shit out of him
Thought that was my [?], but them n***as weren’t lookin’ out
They be lookin’ up to me and I’m smiling while lookin’ down
When I was fresh out, yeah, I said I ain’t working out
Fuck doing them pull ups, if he play then I’m pulling out
My own n***as went against me
That’s why I’m flexin’, I’ll make it so that they miss me
All this power come with shooters n***a
I’m FreeBand gang you know what I can do to n***a

[Chorus]
‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
Walk on n***a come and try these straps around me
There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
If you cross me n***a ain’t no coming back around me
I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me
All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on me