Lyrics
[Verse 1]
**** talkin' straps but can't afford them
Most my **** ridin' now, 'cause I board them
Hard times, so we do what we gotta do
Jakes on my case, 'cause I'm known just for shooting food
[Verse 2]
Real talk, I ain't into no mix up
My **** loved to chill, dawg, I told him fix up
And I've been on the same shit since I picked up
I swear my life's changed when I learned to whip grub
[Verse 3]
Nah, I ain't drilling like O
Two, three, Wiley boy but it sound like low
She asked me where I've been, told her that I've been in O
She asked me where's that, I told her somewhere down the moats
[Verse 4]
Like I told 'em, I was trappin out Steve's
OT for weeks, try and hurry and means
And you ain't gotta talk, I said you ain't gotta speak
'Cause if you really from the hood, I guess you know what that means
[Verse 5]
Bitches on my snap and they call me cute
But I blank 'em all the time, so they call me rude
And real talk, I don't care about another youth
'Cause I got peace to make, I ain't got points to cruise
[Verse 6]
And everybody knows me, I'm a local youth
And **** love to hate when you just doin' you
Say, you better watch out who ya bringing through
'Cause most a hate comes from them **** in your crew
[Verse 7]
So let me tell you about the lifts
A thousand on the table, that shit's all in pevs
Bands in a stack, that shit's all in reds
Abo on my block, so I'm tryna clock the reds
[Verse 8]
Young **** got go hard, and that roadside
You can ask Pyro how I made them Os fly
Yeah, we hittin' cells on the back streets
Man, they're really out here livin' off a crack fiends
[Verse 9]
Raw, cats on my strip
Racks in my pouch, shots gettin' licked
Runners outta town, puttin' in that shift
Road, trap star shit, man, I get it how I live
[Verse 10]
And I don't give a shit, where her old asses stay
I got my hot line bangin' doin' three racks a day
Man are really out here tryna get paid
You was chillin' in the yard, with a bitch gettin' laid
[Verse 11]
Cakin' off the strip of that made me rich
Bando booming like it's '86
They ask me for photos and I'll take a pic
And I'm still up in the spot where my mates got nicked
[Verse 12]
My **** told me slow down, don't take the piss
But I'm OT dollar, got to take the risk
I got to take the trip, drivin' in the fast lane
I don't listen, so I'm gonna learn the hard way