Intro

Trap game slow
I'm not the road doing routes
Trynna make shit flow
No 9-5 I got my dawg on my side on go
And if I'm tied that's on god he gone book that load

I'm remotely intrigued
To find them niggas that sneaked
Up on my dawg we keep the smoke
Blowing out in the trees
and my soul it jokes when them niggas with me
I got like 50 in this duffle
On my UNIT like Gz

I'm at the top of the street
Screaming free slay we on that hot shit
That water on the stove
My pops taught me bout the rock shit
That little do she know
I know that she be on the Thot shit
We coming with halos and we not stopping
Till we pop shit

No this shit not for the weak
You Plotting on you and mans
i thought you was talkin bout robbing my gz
Time of the hour I'm chasing money
I'm thinkin bout Jon without grieving
I put food on the table we eating
Double my profit put trucks on the street
You know how it be

Reaching for yours know I got it on me
Why you doin all that you wanna die when it's beef
I was outside with the killas Im riding in traffic I really had glizzy on me
He gotta problem but don't wanna solve it
Don't worry bout him ima fuck on his b
Fuck all that talkin we moving in silence
They slid on the homie we slide on they peeps

Yea

But I gotta new watch but time can't tell
Too many shorties that wanna be with me
Back in the day y'all didn't stay down

Whoever thought I would be rapping and fuckin with packs
With my dawgs sending shit thru the mail
I take a flight to new York for a shorty that's bussin the bins that can with the scams
I told my momma don't fuck these niggas you got 2 sons that really got bands
She independent and ima go get it
I really be thuggin I feel like my dad