[INTRO]

Gm
(Enrgy made this one)

[VERSE]
Gm
If I ain’t a young shiner, then what do you call that?
Gm
Fuckin’ niggas’ hoes, he mad, textin’ in all caps
Gm
Beef broad day, lay a nigga down, wave cap
Gm
Overkill drill, spin at the building the wake at
Gm
I’d be on what I’m on if I ain’t rap
Gm
And it really wasn’t no stressin’ ‘til them members came back
Gm
Niggas shook, family know we ain’t playin’ no more
Gm
Real trapper, hit my dope like my hand was broke
Gm
He on Insta’ with all the smoke, but call sayin’ he don’t
Gm
You get pistol whipped for some petty shit, your head be swollen

[VERSE]
Gm
Yeah, I’ll hit your mans up
Gm
Six hundred in hundreds, this shit there make ‘em stand up
Gm
Run around actin’ tough, but you not, boy
Gm
Where the cold bitches lookin’ for the hot boys?
Gm
Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city
Gm
I ain’t stoppin’ shit, catch me if you can
Gm
Just this month, sixty G’s off pants
Gm
I’m not, I’m not fuckin’ no fan
Gm
Ridin’ ‘round with the top down
Gm
Sixty five grams, ten of it is topside, stop lyin’
Gm
I done made a couple M’s a year without tryin’

[VERSE]
Gm
Opps ain’t had a sixty day stretch without dyin’
Gm
Y’all got all that gangster shit down except slidin’
Gm
You ain’t grind three days straight without hidin’
Gm
Gave Bands twenty five, we ain’t takin’ no time

[VERSE]
Gm
Ayy, throw it off the glass, I’ma dunk it (Come here)
Gm
Since y’all niggas apes, I don’t mind killin’ monkeys
Gm
Don’t step back
Gm
White buffs, no ice, these plain
Gm
Posted in the hood, all ten of my chains
Gm
Big 30 on me, off an eight of that drank
Gm
Bitch said she in love with who?
Gm
Ten on the ground, ‘bout a dub in the roof
Gm
I’m a thug with a tool

[VERSE]
Gm
Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn’t get the pipe in
Gm
Every nigga ‘round me having motion like a tight end
Gm
Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew, but I picked him up in my twin
Gm
L with the coolant system, I bought it for a hotboy
Gm
Did a feature with a nigga, 21, I’m walkin’ shit like Deion
Gm
His city say he a rat, so I had to send him back a refund
Gm
Say, Dot, that car right there look like it got the narcs in it
Gm
We the ones who ridin’ ‘round with more shots than the bartenders
Gm
I bet you we’ll get them niggas off your block
Gm
I bet you we don’t let them niggas get off no shots
Gm
Come through, show a nigga how to slide
Gm
Last night, I fucked a booster, woke up, text everybody size
Gm
Played plain janes, but now I’m goin’ bustdowns
Gm
And Zelle the ho a rack to make sure that they touch down

[VERSE]
Gm
She ain’t been ridin’ with ‘em when them bullets start flyin’
Gm
Carpet same color snow if his head brown
Gm
We ain’t got no protein in Louisville, this a brick town
Gm
A blicky in your glizzy with a switchy, you can’t miss town
Gm
Niggas really starved ‘til we started bringin’ that big round
Gm
Mix it with the rizzy, give that lil’ dog a pit growl
Gm
Like I ain’t the one who started this shit
Gm
Like I don’t make sure them lawyers paid and them charges dismissed

[VERSE]
Gm
I’m short, but I’ll lift a nigga ass up
Gm
Way before coronavirus, I had them youngins masked up (Mask up)
Gm
Tired of soda bottles, I pour a four inside my cup (Straight)
Gm
And you can’t post an Instagram model one of us can’t fuck (Haha)
Gm
I be at practice, I got real skills, none of this shit luck
Gm
Tell the owner tell security chill, ‘cause none of us gettin’ touched
Gm
When I find out where you niggas hide out, one y’all gettin’ crushed
Gm
I’m like, “Fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y’all gettin’ fucked”
Gm
Got the finest car, one of a kind, I don’t slow down for much
Gm
I got twenty million cash now and still ain’t near enough
Gm
I’m goin’ too crazy, I’m the Wayne of this new generation, niggas fugazi
Gm
They can’t fuck with us no type of way, these niggas too lazy
Gm
I’m cut from a different type of cloth, I don’t know who raised ‘em
Gm
Every time I pop out, I hear women screamin’, “Ooh, Baby”