Cpr

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Al Geno on the track)

This shit strictly for the motherfuckin' streets, ****

This that street shit, drop that shit, get everybody crunk

On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk

This that G shit, hear this shit out everybody trunk

Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed

I made this shit for the hood

The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush

Where was y'all antennas when this shit wasn't good?

Four shots to the body left me scarred

I stitched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR

Wake 'em up

I grew up off dice, my point-six, bet it shake 'em up

This ain't another **** chain, broke ****, I'm the owner

I got like twenty P's left, do anybody want 'em?

Twenty thousand for the Cuban, bitch, and that's without the pendant

Lot of **** gettin' money, but a lot of them won't spend it

I trap all around the globe, you out of town, you still can get it

**** got caught and he told, police still didn't reduce his sentence

**** snitchin' for no reason

I just brought the fuckin' trap back like Jeezy

It's a big difference between hungry and greedy

I got a twenty piece left, do anybody need it?

Put the FN on his lip, let it kiss a **** good

**** ask me where I'm from, I say the Wish a **** Woods

I don't need her, I would leave her, you can have her, she can go

I rock Christian Dior, Dior, rest in paradise Pop Smoke

COVID-19 on these ****, I'm so sick of y'all

I just sold twenty bags this morning, that's a fifty ball

**** some fiends for that dope, they takin' fentanyl

I wait my turn, but I'ma score every time I get the ball, yeah, yeah

Slam dunk in the rim

My weed ain't got no legs, but it jump out the gym

Hard on the internet, he get slumped when I see him

If you wanna live like this, sell a P, bitch

Stay up on the sidewalk, ****, this that street shit

Drop that shit, get everybody crunk

On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk

This that G shit, hear this shit out everybody trunk

Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed

I made this shit for the hood

The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush

Where was y'all antennas when this shit wasn't good?

Four shots to the body left me scarred

I stitched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR