[Intro]
Rich Shootas, you know what the fuck goin' on
(Produced by Cre8)

[Chorus]
If I rap it, I live it, facts
If we take it, you know we ain't giving it back
Think we fighting, I'm giving you shots
Like a boss, gave my n***as a shot
Catch an opp, I'ma do him like Shaq
I'm dunking the .40, no blocking the MAC
Couple hating ass n***as was blocking the racks
If it's smoke then it's smoke, I ain't stopping no shots
If he play, he get shot
You told the police, so they labeled you hot
I'ma play with the pot
Play with you rap n***as? Bitch, you know that I'm not, uh
You know what I got, hundreds and fifties
My killer, he fresh off the cot
My lil' n***a, he fresh off the crack
Dummy brick, it's just good at the top, uh

[Verse 1]
Serving, swerving, movin' the merges
I'm the one did it for Maryland, damn
They tried to pin me with murder, damn
They heard I'm swift with that burner
Oh, he wanna kill me? That ain't nothing
Bitch we got them choppers for that
Told the plug bill me, don't even stunt it
Hit the city with this, it's a wrap
In front of your house three deep with the lights off
I'm a creep up, leave him dead, won't take long
Hit a small town, touch down, get the ice off
In the day that's your wife, but I got her on night calls
Got a hundred round, what I'm gon' fight for?
Bitch, omertà the code, what I'm gon' write for?
Dolce Gabbana, make these lil' hoes bite more
Lil' bitch from Bahamas eat dick like a gyro
Whipping the Bentley, I can't hit a pothole
Dripping like chili, I'm fresh, baby, I know
Hi-Tech from Philly, I barely could drive home
Don't run from them bullets, they might hit your thigh bone
Hating ass n***as just mad I'm in my zone
Purping ass n***as try play, I'ma let off
Acting like hoes, so like hoes, they got cut off
12 tried to bring the canine, had to pull off
[Chorus]
If I rap it, I live it, facts
If we take it, you know we ain't giving it back
Think we fighting, I'm giving you shots
Like a boss, gave my n***as a shot
Catch an opp, I'ma do him like Shaq
I'm dunking the .40, no blocking the MAC
Couple hating ass n***as was blocking the racks
If it's smoke then it's smoke, I ain't stopping no shots
If he play, he get shot
You told the police, so they labeled you hot
I'ma play with the pot
Play with you rap n***as? Bitch, you know that I'm not, uh
You know what I got, hundreds and fifties
My killer, he fresh off the cot
My lil' n***a, he fresh off the crack
Dummy brick, it's just good at the top, uh

[Verse 2]
It ain't all good at the top
I'm tryna bring my hood to the top
Oh you thought that the violence would stop?
Bitch, you tripping, we piling them Glocks
Fuck them disses, I'm finding my opp
Ain't no missing, I line him up, they set up shop
Had to rob him, that last shit ain't lock
It's a problem, we slide through your spot
Can't come to the crib if you don't eat cock
Bitch got on her knees and she beatbox
I'm not talking Bloods, I'm from Treetop
Too many junkies, I might need a kiosk
Hellcat or Demon, no Kias
Was in visitation, now they paying to see us
Y3, this ain't Adidas, bitch
Ten guns, I got that shit for a feature
[Chorus]
If I rap it, I live it, facts
If we take it, you know we ain't giving it back
Think we fighting, I'm giving you shots
Like a boss, gave my n***as a shot
Catch an opp, I'ma do him like Shaq
I'm dunking the .40, no blocking the MAC
Couple hating ass n***as was blocking the racks
If it's smoke then it's smoke, I ain't stopping no shots
If he play, he get shot
You told the police, so they labeled you hot
I'ma play with the pot
Play with you rap n***as? Bitch, you know that I'm not, uh
You know what I got, hundreds and fifties
My killer, he fresh off the cot
My lil' n***a, he fresh off the crack
Dummy brick, it's just good at the top