[Intro]
Yuh
[Verse]
Real street nigga, fuck yo' comparison
Choppa on me, I think it's Lil Darius
I pull up on yo' block and edit shit
Out on a stretcher, nigga I'll carry you
You don't know how to trap, no comparing
Nigga I'm gangster, better be wary
Don't play with me nigga, 'cause I'm popping shit
I like a hood hoe, lil [?]
Yeah, you rap this shit, but you ain't 'bout this shit
Cook the 62, a big accomplishment
Work my wrist, yeah that bitch astonishing
They better give me my own goddamn monument
You ask for credit, I'mma [?] shit
We pull up on your block and demolish it
I got a sombrero from my Mexican
I got a face tat from my Somalian
Shoot up whatever hole you hiding in
None but 4 O Audi's I'm driving in
Wish BK was here, he'd be proud of me
I let him drive and smoke the loud wit' me
When I was fucked up, he held it down for me
Came up doing burglaries and robberies
Better think twice, you thinking 'bout robbing me
Up the stick, I don't do no arguing
Lookout told me what kinda car you in
Shoot you in your shit soon as you park your shit
Y'all niggas moving like the narcs again
My bitch don't like when I come home starting shit
Jump back in the car, push a button to start this shit
Robin's down, used to wear that Starter shit
Bitches used to laugh, they was dogging me
Now the same hoes can't stop calling me
Married to the streets, I can't give you all of me
Switch my MAC, the detectives onto me
I get locked, Nephew pick up the phone for me
That's the bro, he never did no wrong to me
If I can't swallow the work, I'm throwing it
Twelve get behind me, I'm blowing it
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