Real - in my circle, you can't fit
Don't - with too many, be on some anti
I told her pull up, she asked me do I trip
Right now I'm fresh as hell, somebody take a flick
Pretty - back to back to back
Gang, gang, back to back to back
Shooters trailing me, back to back to back
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back to back to back
To back to back to back to back to back to back to back to shooters
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back
To back to back to back to back to back to back to back
To back to back to back to back to back to shooters
Back to back like Rosa, matte black my Rover
Chopstick gon' show you, chopstick gon' blow you
My stick go (Huh, huh, huh)
Back to back like Rosa, matte black my Rover
Chopstick gon' show you, chopstick gon' blow you
My stick go (Huh, huh, huh)
They gon' heat me up, I been tryna
Keep it cool with these lil
They tried to start the blow, too late
My finger was already on the trigger
She call me shovel man, she like the way I pull up and I dip
We - a hundred times, they asked, I be like, "I ain't never hit"
Stop all that beating 'round the bush, homie, say it with your chest
Got a lot of dog - on me, know you probably smell it (Vroom, vroom)
Like my name Jody, pull up in these 'Vettes
Go and check the news, brodie heard somebody stretched
In your feelings 'bout a - -, lil -, better get a grip
Tired of getting taxed for that -, lil - -, take a trip
The - I got right here for show, I blow, make everybody dip
Went to visit granny, she say, "What's that pokin' out your hip?"
I told brodie walk behind so he can catch me if I slip
She on 1942, she begging me to take a sip
First she drove the boat, then she rode me like a ship
First you load it up, then you empty out the clip
I'm not no button, I know rack'll close, it ain't no pressin' me
I got on 'Vinci, LV, no Nike, but I got that check on me
If I swing this - from left to right
Gon' have to check on your homie
Lil' bruh 'nem known for stoppin' cars, but they be on go for me
You can get a glimpse when I'm out, -, it's bad luck (Hey)
I just put ten mil' in the pen, it made me feel better (Ten)
They're passin' out these 'bows, I'm cold with the blammer (I'm cold)
My lil' young - ran an M on the road, he a scammer (Run it up)
Drippin' Moncler, I splash 'em, covered in bezel (Covered up)
But I'm clever, vendettas, raw dope, it's whatever (It's whatever)
I'm a rebel, but better, if I go, I go federal (Go)
I pour up, I don't measure, I smashed when I met her (Woo)
I leveled up, my bread up, I'm fed up, it's pressure
It's gang, gang, you can't hang, we slimin' out whoever
I keep it on, get stepped on in Maison Margiela
Got two cribs in Alpharetta, they down
The street from each other (Woo, woo)
I know trap spot, my lil' one, he know the laptop (Woo)
Shorty havin' Kel-Tec, Chris Vick, he a vampire (Boom)
Camping right in front of your house and start up a campfire (Boom)
I just did my numbers this summer, this wasn't a landslide (Zoom)
Ain't gon' be no - who diss, yeah, I'm spinnin' back to back (Zoom)
Any - who say he want an issue, I'm goin' ratatat (Brrt)
Fifty bullets sittin' in the clip, it got a - arrogant (Brrt)
Murderers on murders, do murders, my natural habitat (Murder)
Back to back to back to back to back to shooters back to back (Murder)
Back to back to back to back to back to shooters back to back (Woo)
Back to back to back to back to back to shooters back to back (Murder)
Back to back to back to back to back to shooters back to back (Woo)
