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[00:10.39](Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) pussy nigga, blrrrd, ay
[00:13.13]FDO, FTF, first day out, bitch, fuck the feds
[00:15.90]Walked out the jail, I saw six foreigns, I just got out the bunk bed
[00:18.96]Three million cash, can't fit in my hand, then sit some on my head
[00:22.27]Bae, come put that pussy on me, bitch, I'm fresh from out the feds (on God)
[00:25.92]I say fresh from out the feds, baby, come put that pussy on me (put that pussy on me)
[00:29.08]Turnt as fuck in the strip club, ran outta ones, started throwin' hunnids
[00:32.28]Nigga, I can't fumble shit, the whole world been waitin' on it (yup)
[00:35.70]Tucked that knife all way to R&D, gave it to my lil' homie, nigga (let's go)
[00:39.22]Ain't no more Mufasa, Mr. Goldman, I catch jets to Johnny (yup)
[00:42.51]Ain't no more outfits from Southland Mall, this setup made in London (yup)
[00:45.62]Couple hos jumped off my bid, majority waited on me (fuck 'em)
[00:48.79]She just actin' faithful to you 'til I get home, trust me, homie (I stamp that)
[00:51.96]Feel impatient, I might do a demonktration off GP (this one here on me)
[00:55.52]I ain't shot nothin' in like four years, I ain't sent a hit in three (on GP)
[00:58.44]Don't let Durk verse go to your head, ain't nobody slime as me (I stamp that)
[01:01.46]I'm the one from 'round the corner where they snaked Martin Luther King (yup)
[01:04.90]Extra aggressive out in traffic 'cause Hank ain't in the backseat (free Hank)
[01:07.92]Everywhere I go, it's cars trailin' 'cause Reckless ain't drivin' me (long live the gang)
[01:11.35]I get mad when I look around and my members ain't where they 'posed to be
[01:14.60]A whole war goin' on, I'm stuck in the cage, it drove me crazy
[01:17.95](Did that time, Shiesty, stay out the way) 30, pass me that Drac' (blrrrd)
[01:21.43](Say fuck the hood, Memphis ain't no good) get your bitch ass out my face (blrrrd)
[01:24.68]Unfortunately, I'm CEO and the top shooter for my gang
[01:27.72]My grandma told me keep my grass low, the whole time, I'm the snake (a slime)
[01:31.14]Smelled his plot from like three miles away, he can't outsnake a snake
[01:35.23]I ain't choose the skreets, they chose me, steppin' on shit my lane
[01:38.43]I ain't choose to rap, it chose me, my name held too much weight
[01:41.81]Type influence I got where I'm from, got Yo Gotti totin' a Drac' (on God)
[01:45.15]When you meet me, you gon' get real motivated same day (on God)
[01:48.38]Them tear drops played out, go get your favorite bullet on your face (on God)
[01:51.31]Do not rap when I am told, I rap when I got shit to say
[01:54.89]SF90, I'm allergic to Corvettes, fuck a C8 (lil' nigga)
[01:58.49]This an F8, not a C8, nigga, Mansory edition
[02:01.85]In the May-May, oh my God, what-happened-to-Virgil edition (that Maybach)
[02:04.45]In the Wray-Wray, widebody, Cullinan, Black Badge edition (that Rolls-Royce)
[02:07.80]In the same Scat Pack since I left, that mean you stuck, lil' nigga (yup)
[02:11.04]We all on a race to the top, these niggas stuck, can't get no bigger (say what?)
[02:14.31]I got richer while in jail, locked in the feds outdoin' niggas (on God)
[02:17.69]Now my watch got on a watch, my chain got more chains than you niggas
[02:20.56]Ain't no such thing as real niggas, but I'm damn sure ain't counterfeit (I ain't fakin' this shit)
[02:24.03]Hid ten M's in the bank, then went fed, got penitentiary rich (I'm still filthy rich)
[02:27.33]Orderin' Ferraris off a jail call, I'm real rich
[02:30.65]Make sure she cover my name up if you plan on keepin' the bitch (fuck her)
[02:34.09]I signed a deal, then went to jail, they ain't even seen me pop my shit (on gang)
[02:37.35]I'm just now buyin' a chain that say my name, I been bullshittin'
[02:40.29]My niggas died while in chains, get-back gang, I'm right back for revenge (gang, on gang)
[02:43.54]Ay, I'm just way more colder, every eight hours, I'm changin' fits (what?)
[02:46.94]Every seven, I change the bitch (what?), nothin' but foreigns when we change lanes (blrrrd)
[02:50.70]Hood poet, all these jewels I drop, how you ain't make a chain? (Goofy)
[02:53.80]He ain't dead, but I got niggas in the feds smokin' Lil Wayne (big Tunechi)
[02:57.05]Soon I see my Memphis homies, ay, mane, say, mane (what up?)
[03:00.04]I had nine M's to my name, makin' chi-chis out Shabangs
[03:03.81]Reorganized my whole gang, on Sundays, we work on our aim (on God)
[03:06.64]And every month on the 13th, I'm boppin' out with a new chain
[03:09.77]I heard skreet nigga gettin' tummy tucks, told you these rappers lame (man, these niggas gay)
[03:13.55]In my cell, I did a thousand burpees, I toned up my frame (thousand of 'em skraight)
[03:16.85]Fitted suit on, fitted cap turned backwards, Richard Millie plain (Patek plain Jane)
[03:20.01]Them steppers who got him served, they wasn't doin' it for lil' Saint
[03:23.37]See, my daddy my first co-D, jumped in the skreets, he showed me lanes (them facts)
[03:26.41]Your daddy a killer, but you ain't, you just like Bronny James (facts)
[03:29.80]I asked her where she want my kids, she told me grab the brush and paint
[03:32.87]So I aimed right at her forehead and tried to spell out my name (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[03:36.39]I got locked, nigga dropped million dollars worth salt around my gang (right there by my name, nigga)
[03:39.77]Please tell me that shit fell up out they pockets, skinny man
[03:42.82]Please tell these rap niggas sayin', "Blrrrd," without permission that they stealin' (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
[03:46.13]Memphis menace, kids, say no to drugs and damn right to killin' (blrrrd)
[03:49.47]She choose, but her lips ain't move, I read her eyes, they said, "Pimp me"
[03:52.66]See, bae, I'm least likely some pimpin', but I'm more likely a bachelor
[03:55.75]Super Shiesty, crooked letter, crooked letter, David Banner (slatt)
[03:59.36]In the trap, feelin' like O-Dog, watchin' hits I did on camera (I shoot shit on camera)
[04:02.61]Out on papers with a 922G sittin' on my counter (say what?)
[04:05.87]I'm out on papers with a fully ARP sittin' on the counter (blrrrd, that blrrrd)
[04:09.38]If you think you got more shots than CG, come and try your luck (pussy)
[04:12.17]You ain't never bought no crate or no grenade, shut the fuck up (shut y'all broke-ass up, nigga)
[04:15.56]I just ordered a gun store, nobody ain't got more chop than us (on God)
[04:18.54]901, 375, 0762, call my bluff (try that)
[04:22.35]I treat a player like a player and a custo like a cluck
[04:25.70]You need to treat your glizzy like a collared shirt and button it up (ah, ah)
[04:29.09]I treat gangstas like civilians, I treat smart niggas like ducks (quack)
[04:32.35]Long story short, short story shorter, nigga, I cannot be touched (at all)
[04:35.69]Cannot slip up, can't get on books, can't go out sad, can't get out far (the fuck?)
[04:38.74]I sicced a C girl on the opps, she left an AirTag in his glove box (slatt)
[04:41.98]KD patient, he might spank 'em next year or tomorrow (try that)
[04:45.12]I took my homie Dummo Glock 'cause he went out like Cheddar Bob (fuck him)
[04:48.77]Thank e'ry bitch I had to shit on for these foreigns in my garage (they custom)
[04:51.85]E'ry bitch who lost faith in me named after one of my cars
[04:55.16]Where y'all? Stolo still parked, stuffin' zaza in pickle jars (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrd)
[04:58.83]If my Drac' jam on me, we beefin', I'ma turn Kendrick Lamar
[05:01.76]He got his car flipped on Lamar, died with his gun, he couldn't e'en shoot
[05:05.13]I'm CEO, I cannot go, even my skrikers bulletproof
[05:08.42]All my hos from Memphis still allowed to call me Mr. Pooh
[05:11.64]Seven foreigns, rose gold, my first day out, damn fool, blrrrd (blrrrd, blrrrd)
[05:16.31]Rooster-ass nigga
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