[Verse 1]
Let me tell you where I started at
Right there in the trap
15, I dropped out of school
Momma didn't agree with that
I don't think that I needed that
Low prices I needed that
Trapping out the basement with a couple snipers on the deck
(Gloaw Gloaw) Hit his neck
(Boaw Boaw Boaw) Finish that
I been on some shoot em up shit since a little kid
My bitch said that I got an attitude, I been sippin' red
All my n***as chewing on them Xans, I'm walking with the dead
50's, no legs
My n***as, they walk up, shoot you in the head
Facetime with my cousin out the feds
I fuck on your bitch and make her make the bed
These n***as followers, Simon says
We do a lot of cooking upstairs
10 killers, 10 plugs downstairs
10 on the bus and 10 in the air
I'ma keep getting this money
I'ma keep doing what I'm doing
I never trust these n***as, swear that I see right through 'em
Plug said trust in me, you know I'm bout to fool him
Think about OG Bob like damn why I had to lose him
Selling drugs out your bitch house
She suck on my dick then I cook an ounce
Bitch got on my nerves so I kicked her out
She like "Q, what the fuck, boy, this is my house"
Rich shootas running streets, they in your route
That's a lil n***a tryna shoot for clout
It's a Glock in each and every couch
I shoot a three on my Eddie House
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Keep my guns in Ms. Betty house
Molly same color as your toenail
We got the drugs for the whole sale
Lil brother kill you for a bale and he only 12
Play with my money, farewell
When I shoot a n***a ain't no get well
'Fore I load the gun I got to wipe the shells
'Fore I load the gun I got to wipe the shells