Certified (feat. Gunna)

Yung Lan on the track

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

Thang 'round, 'round me, **** figured out (Blrrrd)

I think I got **** figured out (Yeah, yeah)

Blrrrd, set 'em up, blrrrd

We certified, that thang around me, I got this shit figured out

Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout

I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground

Mista get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out

Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put shit in the cloud

Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile

Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' yo ho goin' down

We slimin' shit out, this our summer, got some, then don't come around

See somethin' we want, gotta get eight-balled, we know it's murder and take

Be damned I let you blow my mission, I'ma just go to the face

BSG don't lock the backdoors, get introduced to the snake

Wop back with me, he beat a shh, Hank and them fools still on the way

We certified, that thang around me, I got this shit figured out

Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout

I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground

Mista get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out

Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put shit in the cloud

Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile

Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' yo ho goin' down

We slimin' shit out, this our summer, got some, then don't come around

If he play, we might roll up and smoke him like a Backwood stalk

'Cause it gets shady and get shiesty when you come from out that South

I'm a slimy ass young ****, mama said, "Boy, watch your mouth"

And I get grimy 'bout that cash, the plug better not say, "It's a drought"

He not a ho and I ain't one neither

It get cold, I keep that heater

223's, Glock Ninas, FNS, call her fina

When I'm goin' through some things, I get a hot head, yeah a fever

When I wanna numb the pain I pour a eight inside a liter, yeah

Break it down, add me up, come and see what I'm worth

I'm known all around, what you think they pay me for a verse

Disrespect my name, I try my best to put 'em in the dirt

We ain't stuntin' none of these lames, we hittin' pussies where it hurt

We certified, that thang around me, I got this shit figured out

Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout

I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground

Mista get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out

Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put shit in the cloud

Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile

Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' yo ho goin' down

We slimin' shit out, this our summer, got some, then don't come around

Blrrrd, blrrrd

James about that check, boy