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We keep tools like wrenches
Product of my environment, we knee deep in them trenches
Shooting shit like Kevin, we put starters on them benches
Niggas must have lost they senses
You can't bring up none of the bros if you ain't bringing up them riches
You think that I ran up all this dog to spend it on some bitches
You think that we don't got ARPs for niggas, that's against us
You can't come around for free no more, cause niggas tryna kill us
Fuck a wishlist, here's a hit list. Go ahead and pick a mission, yeah
Stay with green like Christmas Eve, my brody loose, don't get him teed
Think his GPA a three, that nigga always catching B's
It's crazy how he grew up sweet, and now he wan' see niggas bleed
If I want him on the big screen then I call up Geez
Niggas finish, they don't get cheese They be saying please, to they big bro
On the other hand, with us, you already know. If we ain't fucking niggas bitches then we Somewhere getting dough
Why you dissing on the bros? We the ones that's on the sco
I done fucked some money up, I know how to maintain. My niggas roll your niggas up And smoke on they remains, yeah
Shit ain't been the same, niggas changed for some change. I ain't tripping, fuck them Niggas, I just charge it to the game, yeah

Police get behind me, never fear, Imma yak. Bitches weird, but I don't get mad, I get Racks
Y'all don't stand on morals, do whatever for a pack. Swing me work, I drop the glass Bitch I play like Shaq
I play like Shaquille O'Neal. Don't break no laws with these niggas, cause they gonna Squeal. Easy said, but niggas fold when shit start getting real.
Pop out shining ew, motion like a navy seal, and I'm in this shit for real

All that dissing acting crazy, that's what's getting niggas killed. I be at the range, so when It come to shootin', I got skill. If we get caught with these banana clips, the judge won't Give appeal. I'm getting blues like I'm a crip tonight, I'm still a man of steel
I knew the opps was popped, cause they would catch me if they simply pulled up to the Box. I be there damn near every day to pull or do my drops. And nigga, fuck the cops Let's make the bet I do one-fifty, bitch, I got the locks
Got the locks, and we gon' make a ticket like it's Fanduel. Spend your last for the gram Nigga, you a damn fool. We some get-money niggas, we put belt to ass too. And we Winning in the series, send they ass to Cancun. Swing a work, I go nuts, that's when I'ma cash you. 50 bands, TSA, hope they let me pass through. Made some cheese with My youngin', could rely on Fat Du. We get bands two hunnid dash when we pass through

Police get behind me, never fear, Imma yak. Bitches weird, but I don't get mad, I get Racks
Y'all don't stand on morals, do whatever for a pack. Swing me work, I drop the glass Bitch I play like Shaq

Play like Shaq uh, shatter the backboard nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah