Frra, frra luca on the track
It ain't nothin' to lift a nigga up
Thirty'll sit a nigga down
Why everybody jackin' drench gang
When they just came around?
Picture me hangin' with a clown
Picture me goin' back and forth with
A nigga who just came outside
With a nigga who ain't ride, that nigga
On your chain, you let him die, pussy
(That nigga on your chain, you let him die
(Damn, that's supposed to be
This street shit, I did it dirty
Y'all late, my right hand first when I
No debate, if you slidin' don't
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with
Bro, and hе keep a shhh, i'm draked
Broke boy, get your bands up
Seen mе lackin', don't get your chance up
'Cause the other way around, I blam ya
Freak a bitch, now I can't stand her
She swallowing, I can't stand up
All that yelling not scaring me
I don't beef with randoms
Got breesh, still rob a scammer
This thirty boolay, can't walk with jammers
Hit him in his legs, tell him stand up
(Get the fuck off the floor
'fore I hit you again, bitch)
This street shit, I did it dirty
Y'all late, my right hand first when I
No debate, if you slidin' don't
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with
Bro, and he keep a shhh, i'm draked
You still tryna get yours across
Y'all niggas lost, get you some money
I'm leveling up i'ma come in a Porche
They want a name, but I ain't worried
If they comin', you know I'm sturdy
Did a number in they jersey
Bitch it's 26 on my jersey
And I see you reaching out
You ain't starve on this journey
Feel like James since I'm worthy
I remember we was purgin'
Now I'm back, them niggas nervous (AR)