[Intro]
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm on some shit that they not seen before
Ride 'round strapped up, I'm geekin' for it
Can't close the trap down, that bitch be flowin'
Cash out for a hundred, it came with insurance
That lil' boy better know what he doing
Bitch blew me, she know what she doing
I been trapping since I was like fourteen, I been bad as fuck since I was four
N***as be talkin' 'bout juggin', like, stop it, lil' n***a
It's a switch on this bitch, ain't no stoppin', lil' n***a
Had to get me some rank, so I popped me a n***a
Oh, you beef with the fool? Go and drop you a n***a
Countin' my pockets, that's somethin' you can't do
Run from a man, that's just somethin' I can't do
Winnin' so much, really felt like I couldn't lose
Hittin' so much, n***as dead from that gunfire
That boy never been in no gunfight
I can't even speak 'bout that one night
I told 'em, "Just make sure the work touch, when I get it, you know I'ma grind, right?"
I don't give a fuck 'bout no limelight
Them bitches don't care if my mind right
Them n***as don't care if I'm dead broke, so fuck it I'm creepin', bro, turn off the headlights
Bitch
I put that work on a one-way quick
N***a dead if he pull on this one-way strip
From Vegas to mansion, my shit really lit
I done took plenty chances to make sure I'm rich
No, I can't talk 'bout the shit that I did
No, I can't talk 'bout the shit that I flipped
No, I can't talk 'bout them n***as, they hoes, but yeah, we can talk 'bout them n***as, they snitch
Think you a bitch
I take a real street bitch to the Ritz
I light him up, leave that lil' n***a crisp
Blood diamonds, put that shit on my wrist
She love islands, so we went on a trip
They bought my dope back on the rip
Fuck a warrant, that bitch getting ripped
Don't leave no lean 'round me, that shit gettin' sipped
[Chorus]
Let me take you to the neck of my woods where it's good (Largo Road shit, n***a)
Show you what I'm livin' like
Four-five on my lap, gotta grip it tight, I live a crazy life
Get blown right off the map, go see your Christ, he had to pay the price
Let me take you to the neck of my woods where it's good
Show you what I'm livin' like

[Verse 1]
Money on my mind, finger on the trigger
Them bitches must be blind 'cause they can't see who really realer
These n***as action figures
And I'm 'bout action, n***a
Take off the traction, it's a stable in my fuckin' engine
YSL, no buttons missing
Bitch, I'm fresh from cutting chickens
We get fresh and fuck y'all bitches
Just don't let my name get mentioned
A n***a shoot me and I gotta get even
These n***as be fakin' for IG
They not tryna get up and leave 'em
So I had to get up and leave 'em
They never wait 'til you feed 'em, they gotta go out and get it
I never stood with my hand out, I had to play my position
This shit so wicked
That's why my pole sticking
I got Clifford, I got Cyrus, I got Cole Bennett
Went on that mission four deep, now that's four witness
You could duck some bullets, but you can't duck that sentence
That shit they rap, I live it (I live that shit, n***a)
If you real, you ain't gettin' no realer
Pick a side, you get killed hoppin' fences
Who said Q ain't good in the trenches?
It's Friday, them boys on the benches
N***as talk 'bout another n***a money, but they ain't get a bag in a minute
[Outro]
Get a bag in a minute
Get a bag in a minute
Get a bag in a minute
N***as talk 'bout another n***a money, but they ain't get a bag in a minute