Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Uh, yeah)
They know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket, I ain't doing no minimum wage
He send a blitz then we gettin' 'em hit
I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's
Thought that we gon' fade
Bitch, well I'ma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dopeboy, he shouldn't be no problem
Now we got the drop I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood
My shit go skrt
Young **** in the hood like, oh, boy
[Verse 2]
Know my bag
Thirty in my mag
Fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool
Aight fuck it, now how we gon' play it
Told 'em that we gone sit on that bitch for a month
Then we gon' spray it
Since **** play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gon' let they block be the place that we link and play at
[Verse 3]
Brodie been yelling out free bodies for a month now
Hit the block we gon' hunt down
Sweet on 'em, we gon' run down
Told 'em ditch the glick, put the gun down
Talking 'bout his face card good
Tell 'em show his face in our hood
'Cause we on the back street and we pack heat
We been wishing y'all would
Fuck all that tough shit
Know who he run with
We can run in his crib
But that shit ain't where the funds is
And if he ain't got no racks
Then we gon' take 'em where the plug is, we gon' show 'em
I ain't the **** he wanna fuck with
[Verse 4]
Gangsta love
I ain't got love, if the **** ain't a gangsta, wack **** with a lil bit of bread
They don't fuck that ****, know he a wanksta
I be tired of the fakers
Sooner or later we gon' face 'em
And I hope he got his glick
Even if he do, then we gon' bang 'em
[Verse 5]
They know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket, I ain't doing no minimum wage
He send a blitz then we gettin' 'em hit
I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's
Thought that we gon' fade
Bitch, well I'ma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dopeboy, he shouldn't be no problem
Now we got the drop I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood
My shit go skrt
Young **** in the hood like, oh, boy
[Verse 6]
Know my bag
Thirty in my mag
Fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool
Aight fuck it, now how we gon' play it
Told 'em that we gon' sit on that bitch for a month
Then we gon' spray it
Since **** play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gon' let they block be the place that we link and play at
[Verse 7]
Still in the hood wit the d-boyz
Keep it g-lock, no decoy
Beef with old ass **** like Leroy
Fuck I look like smoking a lil' boy
Come on they block and let it bang
Shoot through the TV, no choice
He gon' die for me to fuck his baby mama, she moist
I done did it from upstate to Carolina's
He said that he did it, ain't hear about 'em
Seen 'em in person, ain't care about 'em
[Verse 8]
**** died from a wreck and he swear he shot 'em
Bitch I don't do no cap
I could take me a nap
Run a lap, I'ma don like dada
Lil cuz do voodoo put v's on a ****
I ain't gotta call my top shotta
[Verse 9]
I be solo, solo
And he probably gon' talk like he on gang time
I be on demon time
I still a bang mine
I'm the top recruit in my city, **** ain't I still a go out in public
I'm 'bout my lonely ain't I
[Verse 10]
They know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket I ain't doing no minimum wage
He send a blitz then we gettin' 'em hit
I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's
Thought that we gon' fade
Bitch, well I'ma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dopeboy, he shouldn't be no problem
Now we got the drop I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood
My shit go skrt
Young **** in the hood like, oh, boy
[Verse 11]
Know my bag
Thirty in my mag
Fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool
Aight fuck it, now how we gon' play it
Told em' that we gon' sit on that bitch for a month
Then we gon' spray it
Since **** play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gon' let they block be the place that we link and play at
Written by: Naujour Grainger, Roland Hannah, Thanush Perinpanesan
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