[Into]
Uh, damn hundred round goon
What's up HB? Life be going so fast man
Rich Shoota Cowboys n***a

[Verse 1]
Just yesterday i was a youngin'
Now I'm in a coupe with the mac, got the whole block pumpin'
Who would've ever thought I'd serve my father onions
Young trap n***a, streets know I'm not bluffin'
First n***a I shot, I did it in public, these bitches love it
And I got the M4 in that trunk, it hold a hundred
Just tell me who want it, can't dance right now I got the fifty
Can't trust these n***as, they play you fifty
And you know I got the molly right now
You want a ounce, give me two-fifty
Catch me on Largo Road gettin' trippy
They say I'm fly, a shooter, a hippie
I put a hundred rounds in a drizzy, I shot a n***a down left him pissy
These n***as hot so I stay with that toaster, my bitch left me my relationship a rollercoaster
Real shooter never heard of no holster, keep one in the head like I'm 'posed to
In and out of jail, it made me a soldier
Rest in peace OG Bob, look what he molded
Fifty in the Glock, I ain't scared to hold it
Thought I wasn't 'bout to click and I start rock 'n' rollin'
[Chorus]
Let me tell you back then when I used to have friends
Robbin' together tryna get it in, their loyalty went in the wind
(Fuck 'em) Let me tell you back then when my mama really used to trust me
If she give me money now, n***a I'm lucky
These days, feel like nobody want me (They don't)
Let me tell you back then, everybody showin' love shit crazy
Just the other day, had hit my right hand with a slug (Fuck 'em)
I worried 'bout back then, I'm just tryna get the pack in
Bitch move your car, let U-Haul back in
Largo Road, do a lot of trappin'

[Verse 2]
Got off my ass and I ran it up
I'm really workin' man these n***as, they pooh-butts
These fuck n***as must've grew nuts
Shoot and don't hit, boy you a bluff
I'm with the gang it's just us, think I'm Lil Reese
Caught a body and I went in the crease
Fuck on your bitch, she a dime piece
Cookin' coke, but I started with weed
I really spent a hour in a tree, I really pistol whipped him, broke all his teeth
I really wrecked five opps on a unit by myself and I ain't even bleed
Hundred round goon gon' give you what you need
I just bought the coupe and bitch I did the speed
When OG speak, bitch I'm takin' heed, man these n***as bluffin'
These rappers be faker than weave
You hang with a n***a all day and don't get no money
N***a get off your knees bitch
You got a bunch of guns and still ain't bust shit, fuck n***a please bitch
Q Da Fool bitch I just poured a PT, Hi-Tech and it's red shout out Lil D
I just might pull up on you like a creep, fifty in that Mac just me and Ty Sleek
No I can't save these bitches 'cause they weak I had your bitch suckin' all week
I had a lot of respect for that boy Leek, 'til he took that stand and pointed at me
[Chorus]
Let me tell you back then when I used to have friends
Robbin' together tryna get it in, their loyalty went in the wind
(Fuck 'em) Let me tell you back then when my mama really used to trust me
If she give me money now, n***a I'm lucky
These days, feel like nobody want me (They don't)
Let me tell you back then, everybody showin' love shit crazy
Just the other day, had hit my right hand with a slug (Fuck 'em)
I worried 'bout back then, I'm just tryna get the pack in
Bitch move your car, let U-Haul back in
Largo Road, do a lot of trappin'