Yeah, yeah (uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah (uh)
Who got the ups on us? (Who got ups on us?)
Strap across your shirt, like, nigga, buckle up (Helluva made this beat, baby)
You can't miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you f*ck it up
Perp hole got [Fm7]like [F]tee tɾimmers, ɾeal stɾeet nigga, my [A]money up
Wave his bitch like, "Hey, what's up?"
Soon [C7]as fat boy get close enough
Niggas don't want bump, they punks, on [C7]IG, hope I post 'em [A]up
I talk to [C7]them [A]bodies late at night when I be [Am]ɾollin' up
They know it's us
Gone with all [Em]that flaggin', bitch, you [A7braggin', now I choke on [C7]bruh
.40, that's the caliber, the magazine is seventeen
I got [Fm7]this from Medellín, eighteen times thirty-three
I hope he ain't sellin' dreams, might go back to [C7]mailin' keys
I don't want no good bitch, make Dugg bitch a felon, please
My wrist methamρhetamine (my [A]wrist methamρhetamine)
You know this that ice talk (ice, ice, ice)
Hop out on [C7]foot, let pipe off
Yellow tape, white chalk
Ot gettin' this ice off
'Fore a hundred miles every countɾy town around, we beat it down
Used to [C7]bag up pieces, sittin' up east listenin' to [C7]"Wipe Me Down"
I know they don't like [F]me now
Your brother, sister, cousin (f*ck 'em)
Feds ever hit the house, put my [A]shit in the oven
They get cheaper by the ɾoster, grew to [C7]a monster
We blow them [A]choppers, bitch
I don't know my [A]alρhabets
Tell me, what come after ɾich?
Play with us, we whackin' shit
Claimin' shit and [Bm]stampin' shit
F*ck y'all [Em](yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas don't want beef with us, they IG killers
We bendin' blocks in three ɾentals, I don't see niggas
Keep drillin', bitch, we breed killers, we elite spinners
Big Shiner, keep his heat with him, eat and [Bm]sleep with it
Wake up
Bitch won't f*ck the youngin from the front, go get that makeup
To make sure all [Em]my [A]niggas had a piece, I took a pay cut
Ho gon' put this apartment in her name, we need some paystubs
I'm crankin' off fake drugs, did four-hundred in eight months
Ten with me like [F]eight stuffed
The driver like [F]my [A]idol
That's the only bitch I can't touch
These niggas is not me, these niggas is not Gee
Got blow pack, got [Fm7]Roxies
Got weed stamps, its a boxed Gen, I'm top ten
Yeah, go catch one and [Bm]get locked in
Got out of line and [Bm]get knocked in
In my [A]city, I'm top ten
Number one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
With a white boy snortin' H lines
In the side county, niggas can't find
With a .45 on [C7]my [A]waistline
Like f*ck next, I'm lit now
Crossed over, I'm big slime
I'm still slidin', I'm ɾich now
Everybody gotta pick sides
Took a ɾisk to [C7]hold up my [A]wrist high
My lil' brother took six lives
He a lil' nigga but look 6'5
Can the opps say they didn't hide?
Yeah
