(Oh, it wasn’t produced by RJ? Throw the beat away)
Yeah, listen, bitch, yeah
Bro stacking, throwing gang signs quicker than Itachi
Pouring cups of red, feel like big Clifford sipping Wocky
At the self-scan with some hitters like I’m Rocky
Popping out, I don’t pop pills, but the clip an Oxy’
At the set, drop my bags, broke the Richter scale
When you with the set, next week, you got fits for sale
PayPal sauce burnt out, had to switch to Zelle
You ain’t caught a dub in so long, your name Mister L
Christian Loubs with the spikes look like football cleats
Verse five K, I used to have to go and jugg all week
Young SBDSM, probably took y’all cheese
Team on my back, tryna make sure the hood all eat
Riding tinted down to Hutch, finna tint the sticks
Check that off my list, finna hit your bitch
Unky triple up every time, swear his wrist legit
I was down, but my life a movie, bitch, I flipped the script
Now I got the lead role, I’m feeling like a star
Heard you got a gun, let me guess, you feeling like you hard?
Run up, we gon’ send some shots at you, ain’t feeling in your arms
Said she love the diamonds dancing, got her feeling on my charms
2021 widebody, it’s an Auto Show
How the fuck is you the plug? You never bought a ‘bow
Hit him up top, on his top, my shooter brought a drone
Meeting with the scam fam, we don’t never talk on phones
Like, dude, who the fuck tryna get indicted?
Hopping off the jet to the Sprinter, bitch, we living private
Pay the hitman the max just to minimize him
Up now, phone slamming, left my shit on silent
Shit talker, no manners, I’ll piss you off
Outer space off the Runtz, one puff’ll lift you off
Big shitty, ShittyBoyz, I’m the biggest boss
Alligator sneaks four K, you’ll drip Lacoste
Riding in some shit that you can’t catch
Cause said he made a hundred whipping out the same reps
Fraud God, six figures off of eight checks
How that job going? Know you pissed you ain’t get paid yet
Shit, you got a PNC?
If you don’t, this conversation probably has to E-N-D
Pop out, flash on every stick, look like TMZ
Living life, twenty hoes in the BNB
Broke as hell, no one in your gang upping bands
Would’ve got bullied in my school, we made fun of hams
Told the plug, “Let me see it,” then I came running, man
Pulled the buffs out my jacket, Cade Cunningham
Yeah, bitch, ayy
Pulled the buffs out my jacket, Cade Cunningham
Huh, yeah, bitch
Pulled the, yeah, Cade Cunningham
Broke as hell, no one in your gang upping bands
Would’ve got bullied in my school, we made fun of hams
Told the plug, “Let me see it,” then I came running, man
Pulled the buffs out my jacket, Cade Cunningham
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Huh, ayy
Pulled the buffs out my jacket, Cade Cunningham
Pulled the buffs out my jacket, Cade Cunningham, ayy
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