We just bought more d**ks and a few new girls, tryna put new B's on themMust ain't heard bout the last d**k that we caught, f**k, conduct them switchesI go to jail, then I make up my bill, told bae hit the stash and come and get meYeah, uh, bought money good, I ain't doin' no sittin'First d**k caught when I spin that block, I'ma drop my mask and bail out blinkin'Runnin' from a hoot, man, he knew, be trippin'Fell on his face when the Drake had trippin'What happened? The s**t caught his a** and blitzTried clappin' his mans when I spin, but missed himWe shot some d**ks, we ain't even know, but we ain't even careCause they shouldn't have been with himI get the call, then my dog in the ceilingHe can't make his bill, then I'm comin' to get himIf you ain't get shot, then you ain't get caughtWe put ops in the grave and some in the spittleI swear I was told no s**t, way bigger than meWon't be since I was little, yeah, uh, n*****Rap still spinnin', drillin', sign me a dealBut I'm still in the field, can't leave just yetCause the smoke ain't finishedBibi and Dane keep callin' my phone, they mad as hellI won't leave the trenches, I'm on no faceTryna catch me a face, but the car ain't tintedI can't get in it, yeah, uhBang them T's, double T with an AWhat the f**k is that? TTA, even though I got payStill a come through a Drake, we shoot the countS-T-K-C-R-I-Y, we ride still and stomp on the brakesCatch a op tryna hustle, we die with his plateDumb ass, we try to tussle, got s**t on his face, yeah, uhS-I-T, head ground, hit the gas, make a shakePut a B on the c**k, then we throw it in the lakeSend me a drop and I slid, I ain't waitCaught him outside, must've thought it was safeOut at the crowd tryna work on my aimThey told him to get up, he yellin', he can'tSlid over his d**k, and I told him he ain'tRun with the Reaper, no, I ain't the sameCatch a B in the G, then I fly to L.A.Probably move out the hood, get a spot in the AF**k the ops, bury more of the ABulletproof truck, built like a tankRoll up the ops, so we pour him a drinkCall me a uh, and the streets got rankLittle bro on the head, I can tell by his faceYeah, uh, bell out, drink, she run, we chaseBrr, bah, switch, it's DrakeDuckin' and runnin' all over the placeD**k, no stops, ain't s**t they can sayHad to switch up my spot, heard they know why I laySupposed to be in the hills, but the hood why I stayBody for body, we want more brainsYeah, uh, blew up a rap, must've thought I was finishedFlew to L.A. with B.B. and DaneCame back to the hood and I kept on spinnin'Ops keep changin' they blocks and duckin' they tiesBut we just gon' keep on bendin'Be gangsta on line and lyin' on crimesWe the ones who causin' the killingsI ain't been takin' that rap s**t serious enoughCause I got a habit of drillin'Still been patchin' the ops and spendin' they blocksLike I ain't finna be worth millionsNeighborhood hero, I'm savin' the dayBut you know I still get love from the villainsStill won't opt, this s**t can't do it myselfI'll pay for the head as far as it's paintedAll my n*****s demons, we leave s**t bleedin'My momma say I need JesusI f***** died and they b***** crackN***** that's what he get, ah, ah, we teasin'Least s**t dead and the reason they grievin'Knew we was s**t before they did cause I seen itLove me in Saxon, they love me in Neiman'sScared to go to church, better go see a deaconMy brotherGrr, grr, grr, grrT-T-S-T-KThat's great, you know that