[Intro]
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Al Geno on the track)
[Verse 1]
We back to back, two baby gats, a lot of racks up in the wind
Hide and seek, .223, hop out the tree and let it spray
I was taught to get respect by any means, I caught the way
I'm the first to shoot this bitch and I won't let you get away
[Chorus]
Got the hip monster, send you to the hip doctor
My niggas do pop-ups, we move like a true mobster
You see my wrist lock up and my wrist lock up
R.I.P. to every nigga crossed us
She gon' suck my dick for a new Chanel chinchilla
I don't want no pics, you can't kick it with a rich nigga
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure
[Bridge]
Gotta watch your people
And this world full of evil
[Verse 2]
It's a whole lot of people count on me
So you know how I gotta keep that firе on me
I caught a charge in New York, it's pеndin'
And I don't even know how much I'm spendin'
And I don't even know how much we winnin'
But I know we winnin' and I'm steady grinnin'
I talked to bro today, be back in lockup
And I can't even do another pop-up
He was in the halfway house
That nigga was halfway out
But it just ain't panned out
And I done fought so many demons
Time for the angels to start intervenin'
Steady dreamin'
[Bridge]
And I want moms to feel this shit, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Got the hip monster, send you to the hip doctor
My niggas do pop-ups, we move like a true mobster
You see my wrist lock up and my wrist lock up
R.I.P. to every nigga crossed us
She gon' suck my dick for a new Chanel chinchilla
I don't want no pics, you can't kick it with a rich nigga
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure
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