Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(I heard y'all were looking for us, ha)
(Aye turn around lil' ****)
(We're right behind you lil' ****, turn around)
(Keep your eyes open lil' ****)
(Gang)
[Verse 2]
Runnin' through my city with my guys in the back
In a big body coupe with a 30 on his lap
Pray everyday that I make it home safe
'Cause I gotta come through and give my mom a hundred K
On the road daily, new cities everyday
Found a new bad bitch, took her straight to the bank
Every day I close her data, pickin' up a new wraith
I remember back when I saved my first 10K
Fuck **** switch for the dumb lil' bitch
But I knew I couldn't trust her so I can't even trip
Got my stomach feeling sick with all this damn fake shit
All the calls that I get come with a favor quick
Never got a hand out, no, these bitches ain't shit
Everybody tryna claim that we all change quick
Go and have a 4v4, tryna kick a new door
Where was y'all at when we was down to the floor
Money changes ****, you can see in they face
But all my **** real, everybody got a place
Stay loyal to your grain
Never change for no fame 'cause its strictly only brothers
Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang!
Keep a tool on me when I'm riding in the coupe
Can't trust new ****, they be plottin' on us too
Just spent 20 bands on my neck, that's a fact
All these diamonds in her face, she gon' have to throw it back
Bitch!
[Verse 3]
(Like I said, lil' bro in the back with the stick)
(I ain't worried 'bout none of that shit, huh)
(Just touched your weekly check in a night, lil' ****, get yo cheese up)
(Gang)
[Verse 4]
Looking at my past, like damn it was sad
A year go by and now my brother in a Jag
It's death before dishonor, so I'll never change up
I stayed down with my **** and we finally came up
Got a little fame then **** started calling
Talkin' 'bout the young me, old **** keep plotting
I keep one on me and I don't even gotta cock it
Said I keep one on me and I don't even gotta cock it
Bitch!
Written by: KiingRod