Half Cast

Cuz I got hella big guap hella guns in the safe
Lmao all the way to the bank
Feel some type of way well I got something for that
Girl you tryna smoke I like the way that you think
Chrome heart on the jeans with the patches I want all of that
Way I'm throwing dots they should have put me in at quarterback
Turbo in the cummins I said go ahead run it back
Real simple I'm just tryna throw a hundred racks
Make a three point look like it was a free throw
Took a double shot pour it back up reload
Pacino I'm coming for the whole world Chico
How to get paid yea that's all that we know
I just left my brodies house gave money to my aunty
You ain't with the family
You just don't understand me
It's gon be a good day nobody to bury
Nosebleed and cheech watch us pop out at the grammys

And it's major, way that I been coming up on paper
Why all of my haters hit up Mike for the taper
They say how he got money so long like a raider
And I'm iron on the mic, I could punk Marvis Frazier
So keep that shit from around me, you know that's all for the birds
Come between my people, no question, I put em first
Yeah, and I'm from around the way, so you know I could make it work
Keep that guap in my bag, got both hands in the dirt
Tell me why she getting holy, I could take her ass to church
Tell me why he getting bully, I could put him in some hurt
Tell me why they coming for me in my lane, I'll make em swerve
Better watch how you walk when you step on my turf

Hella Big guap, hella guns in the safe
Hella Big guap, hella guns in the safe
Feel some type of way, well I got something for that
Feel some type of way, well I got something for that
Chrome heart on the jeans with the patches, I want all of that
Way I'm throwing up, they should've put me in at quarterback
Turbo in the Cummins, I said go ahead, run it back
Real simple, I'm just tryna throw a hundred racks
Just tryna throw a hundred racks



Credits
Writer(s): Malachi Areta
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