[Intro]
In that mode, they got me in my bag
Anywhere I go I show my ass
I owe my lawyer ten thousand
I picked up a new case this week
Papi got long bail money
No matter what I'm always in these streets
I know what come with this shit, nigga
I can’t run from this shit, nigga
It's a switch on the back of the Glock
Please don't try and run from this-
Huh, huh, huh, huh (You already know who it is, man, it’s DJ Phat, flyest fat nigga you know
You other niggas is never competition, ya dig?)
Dog Shit Records
(Ayo, DJ Gren8de)
[Verse]
One to the car, I clutch my chop
I'm quick, drum a-goin' when I see my opps
That drakeo beat like Speaker Knockerz
Killed him broad day, we don't speak about it
Glock glued to my hip, I don't lеave without it
I know the opps with they could catch mе without it
He say he gon' rob me when he see me, I doubt it
They caught him ridin' foreign, pulled him out it
Turned informant, that's when they hit the houses
Dope boy, you don’t know nothin’ 'bout it
I could put a slab on a slab
Trick you and serve you half of a half
In the kitchen, addin’ up the cash
Took a break from baggin' up the gas
In that mode, they got me in my bag
Anywhere I go I show my ass
I owe my lawyer ten thousand
I picked up a new case this week
Papi got long bail money
No matter what I'm always in these streets
I know what come with this shit, nigga
I can't run from this shit, nigga
It’s a switch on the back of the Glock
Please don't try and run from this, lil' nigga
No, I am not one of you niggas
I be the shot one of you niggas
An accidental bonified legend
They treat me like God in my section
I serve you whatever the fuck you need
I make the calls that get niggas whacked
Nigga ever reach for my chain and get it
I ain't tryna get it back
When that fire hit the nigga
Just know he gon' die with it, nigga
Give it to your momma to bury you with
Let your man's hold it while they carry you with it
My name is my fuckin' name
Ain't no nigga ever gon' play with it
I'm walkin' funny, bitch, 'cause I stay with it
Broad daylight, jump out facin' shit
I really wanna be a rapper
My block really do depend on me
Crackers tryna stick ten on me
We called him and emptied the stick on it
Lil' body, but I'm the big homie
Fuck you and your big homie
On stage rockin' with the glick on me
Parol wish they knew all about me
My momma just called and asked for some money
She know it ain't nothin', I'm havin' that money
I ain't got no budget with that money
I get on some fuck shit 'bout that money
I'll jump out gunnin' for that money
I'll kill your brother for that money
I don't wanna talk, ain't no discussion
You gon' find me in the middle of the ruckus
Ever since a lil' nigga I been thuggin'
Bust you in your shit, it ain't nothin'
Miami ice, I'ma stretch a onion
Top Chef when I cook the substance
Call your bluff, bitch, I ain't budgin'
Since a boy, I ain't go for nothin'
On God, I'll really beat your ass
I ain't lost a fight since I was twelve
My whole life I been fightin' twelve
Twenty-three and one, writin' in my cell
Judge said he wish I'll died in jail
I'ma serve that nigga daughter fentanyl
Watch her OD and laugh with pleasure
That nigga had my mom in the courtroom cryin'
Overpaid my lawyer by five thousand
Still went to prison, he couldn't do nothin' 'bout it
Trials and tribulations of the game
I'll do it again and I wouldn't change
You signed to a nigga for a chain
Not signin' shit, I'ma get some 'caine
Walk down on a nigga and hit his brain
Anywhere I go I got my jewelry out
I'm respected on the blocks everywhere
I'm in your hood, why you ain't ever there?
[Outro]
(DJ Banned)
(Evil)
I know what come with this shit, nigga
I can't run from this shit, nigga
It's a switch on the back of the Glock
Please don't try and run from this, lil' nigga
No, I am not one of you niggas
I be the shot one of you-
