[Verse: G.T. & Sada Baby]
Man this denim I got on, they damn near one of ones
I ain't get none of this shit off 1 on 1's
My brother swing, you know I swing, it ain't no 1 on 1
A n***a play, we comin through about a hundred guns
On my mama, we gon bump, we got a hundred guns
On my mama, Imma hop out shooting one of em
You won't get no bricks unless I front you one of em
And worried bout them n***as witchu they ain’t done nothing
Shoot a n***a, then walk off like I ain't done nothing
They ain't gon do nothing
Them n***as know something
My pop sold dope, and now his kids do
Wake up, hustle everyday, for mansions and the Benz Coope
We getting money bro, we don't gotta pretend too
Hopping off the flight, I touch down around ten, dude
And I land bout 10 too
Imma have that bitch I fuck with pull up, bring her friends too
She bringing straps for me and you
Put my lil n***a up in the kitchen, see what he can do
Cook dope like pecan pie, but this shit don't get served by n***as in suits
I know some n***as still hustle while they on the run
I know some n***as on parole still toting guns
I'm building my brand, they think I'm showing love
My cousin a Crip, but I fuck with the Bloods
Like I'm a Piru, but my bitch a 60
On a scale of 1 to 10, my lil baby crispy
That AR clean a n***a act up, leave that boy spiffy
Might pop a Perk and pour this Ac up, sitting on my kidneys
Might pop a bar, forget we popped him bro, that's really trippin
Fuck n***as riding round with 40's they attached with 50's
I'm out in Cali, only thing I miss is Chilly Cheese
The lean cheep, weed fire, and these bitches easy
Then blew 250 getting high cause that's what I need
I'm talking bout thousands, I spent 200 getting something to eat
Pour another 4 of lean, roll up my sharklato tree
I had to hit the eighth of these, but they made it to the D
Walking in the spot, I don't see shit in here but baby bottles
All they see is shells in this whip when they get sprayed with hollows
It's a hundred pack of RP sitting on the table
Right next to that baby bottle that G.T. was talking bout
You can't get not one pill up out that bitch, I cashed them out
Pass em out to bitches, take em with em, then we smashing out
My young dawg get to spazzing out, my killer get to blacking out
Packing up, I'm heading out
A thousand beans I'm handing out
Fucked me up when that slow hustle bring that fast amount
Bring them blues to my drink plug, he bring caskets out
I ain't lied about none of this shit that I'm rapping bout
Ain't no hiding out, good heatseekers bring your body out
You ain't seen when all the pressure on who really sliding out
Soon as my n***as get the drop, they get to riding out
Soon as they lock you it's like trees, get to chop em down
More n***as with you, it's like dominoes they knock em down
You see who really want that bag when it's crunch time
Lil blood nem get on buddy ass if it's lunch time
Punch time for me, I swing on n***as then it's dunk time
Dumb mind, and I got security, I'm up now
Big paper, can't no n***a leave me out here stuck now
Big ape, and I got apes around me, get you touched now