Intro: Coach, Gutta, aye, check me out, lets do it.....


Hook:
Is you ready for the shit when n***as cross the line
Say they looking for a n***a I ain't hard to find
I heard they spinning on these n***as thru the darkest times
When I drop pain up on this shit that be my hardest rhymes
I stick to the script get paper and mind my business
Dont ask me about no shit cause n***a that ain't my business
Dont even ask me about no shit cause I ain't in it
Im just tryna stack that paper and these digits

Verse 1:
Yea, i been serving for a minute
Straight drop, glass house, you'll think it was tentеd
Nah baby it ain't rented
Mama telling mе to leave it alone
Before them folks try to burglarize your home
Bitch im staying strapped up with that mother fucking chrome
I dont think you want to cross me, you better watch your tone n***a
Yea, and i dont think you want to ride dawg
You want go down that road and have to strap with a knife
And you probably lose your life
So you better think twice
Try to get your shit right
I live a shiesty life and i ain't got time to play around
Im gunning n***as down i stay strapped up with them rounds
Hook:
Is you ready for the shit when n***as cross the line
Say they looking for a n***a I ain't hard to find
I heard they spinning on these n***as thru the darkest times
When I drop pain up on this shit that be my hardest rhymes
I stick to the script get paper and mind my business
Dont ask me about no shit cause n***a that ain't my business
Dont even ask me about no shit cause I ain't in it
Im just tryna stack that paper and these digits

Verse 2:
Count the cash and jugg the pack thats what im doing usually
Had to cut some people off i found out they was using me
My momma and them worried having dreams about them losing me
That stick with me, that blick with me, cause trust me this ain't new to me
I know streets is dark, no light in sight, i got on night goggles
I stay out the way, go make the play, my grind on full throttle
Cuz ran out of work, i had switched plugs and had to pay for it
But i know shit get wicked i can't crash out this ain't state farm
That shit ain't my business if them n***as got some beef going
We trying to get paper why these hoe n***as keep heat going
Thats why i got heat on, cause these streets get cold and frigid
Judge me all you want pastor but this shit how im living n***a

Hook:
Is you ready for the shit when n***as cross the line
Say they looking for a n***a I ain't hard to find
I heard they spinning on these n***as thru the darkest times
When I drop pain up on this shit that be my hardest rhymes
I stick to the script get paper and mind my business
Dont ask me about no shit cause n***a that ain't my business
Dont even ask me about no shit cause I ain't in it
Im just tryna stack that paper and these digits