[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Big bank take little bank, lil' nigga
Got good dank if you wanna chill with us
Shit tastes bad 'cause it's got real liquor
South Side, ATF, shit get real quicker
Nigga got a strap, but mine real bigger
And I took his ho too, that's the real kicker
She want me to use her, get real, nigga
I use Pro Tools and FL, nigga
What you gonna say? Better say it right now
This'll be the last time I'll come into your house
I ain't tryna cop nothin’, I'm just tryna browse
South 55, now I'm going out of town
Why you started beef, but you never clap back?
Once you feel relief, yeah, I see a snapback
I don't sip lean, but my liver all black
[Outro: Tank Dempsey]
I need more ammo or we're goin' down!
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