| High heat, I got a full brick |
| Glock 26 with a full clip |
| Clear pot with whole ‘lotta dope in it |
| You can smell the raw soon as you open it |
| Matter fact you can smell it through the bag |
| Sell it for the right price it go faster than a Jag |
| It go faster than a Rari and that’s no cap |
| How you a shooter and you ain’t even got no strap |
| And you ain’t got no bands |
| And you lost in the sauce and you ain’t got no plan |
| Never switch up on your niggas man that’s bad for you health |
| Steady dodging all the jakes ‘cause it’s bad for my wealth, uh |
| Certified trapstar |
| Lying in your raps nigga you a damn fraud |
| We bag it up and ship it faster than a nascar |
| If you my brudda you my brudda, we gon' damn ball |
| We gon' ball like the Raptors |
| Half my niggas killers other half be trappers |
| I cut a couple off ‘cause niggas be some actors |
| It’s a touchdown like we with the Packers |
| Get it off the rip |
| I’m on over time ‘cause my brother got dipped |
| And it don’t sit right how Pk got flipped |
| RIP to my brothers man I love them to the death |
| Nigga to the death of me |
| Consistency and hard work that’s the recipe |
| If the love fake I don’t want them next to me |
| They getting red eyed ‘cause God keep blessing me |
| I do wrong but I do right |
| I want to blow off of rap they want me do life |
| Some niggas move left but some niggas move right |
| I seen grown men change for a few stripes |