(Intro)
(Gang)
(Big 3L)
(GDG n***a stop playin with em)

(Chorus)
I done came up once before, let's go
When it took me a loss, damn, just like a man
N***a don’t want no smoke with me
Imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
N***a be talking all they shit like they really bout paper, but they ain't never seen 24 bands
Got a pocket with a rocket
Imma catch me a body
Whole clique from the boss
Really came from the sand

(Verse 1)
I was just in d (?)
Tryna hit me a lick, let's go
Windows tinted, 5%
Ain’t see then hit
When I ride through thе hood
Put a goal right here
If they think about snitching
Bitch, I'm a dеmon
All of my brothers got choppas and (?)
And I don't need a reason
Big 3L, might just fuck out the season
For all of them nights, we still on the bleachers
(?) my n***a, yeah, we made it from nothing
I'm nothing but (?), we stuck on the block
Tryna to find us a dime, to jiggle or sum
N***a done fell off once, but I hopped back on
I don't want your love, I just need (?) gone
Bitch, I'm from Texas, throwing up 3 for the (?)
We don't talk about beef
We just leave em on stretchers
(Gang, gang, fuck em)
(Imma talk my shit regardless, n***a)
(By any means)
(I don't care who fucking with me, big 3L, big dawg, GDG)
(Gang 4x)
(Chorus)
I done came up once before, let’s go
When it took me a loss, damn, just like a man
N***a don’t want no smoke with me
Imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
N***a be talking all they shit like they really bout paper, but they ain't never seen 24 bands
Got a pocket with a rocket
Imma catch me a body
Whole clique from the boss
Really came from the sand

(Verse 2)
Really came from the mud
I been slanging them drugs
I might pop up a four, kill a n***a just because
If I took them from you
Then come get it in blood
Hit it with no mask on
I be high as a bitch
Cause that gas strong
They won’t fuck with my last song
Play with the gang
Send a diss, get your ass gone
(?) cause they know I got the pack on
Bitch, they all be competing with me
I got more sales than songs
I can't love on no bitch
I told her “I'm sorry”
Just me and myself
So I'm clutching this .40
(Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow)
Now a fuck n***a dead
Bitch, I don’t want to fuck
I want me some head
Now y'all gotta eat, cause the whole team fed
I might kill a n***a, cause I only see red
(Chorus)
I done came up once before, let's go
When it took me a loss, damn, just like a man
N***a don't want no smoke with me
Imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
N***a be talking all they shit like they really bout paper, but they ain't never seen 24 bands
Got a pocket with a rocket
Imma catch me a body
Whole clique from the boss
Really came from the sand