[Intro]
Yea yea
Smurk in this hoe
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Yea yea

[Verse]
Told brodie when he in the trenches, don't trust n***as, I'm worried 'bout 'em
Evidently, ain't no evidence, still play you at the court [?]
You be the n***a who steppin', puttin' it on the Lam', we'll go to war 'bout you
Ask the killers who you killed, I'ma keep it real, they don't even know about you
I heard rumors that my own homies wanna kill me, I don't know how to go about it
Thousand times for the lawyer fees, gotta really do it if he over-valid
Trap housе on my block, I took four naps, feel like I'm goin' 'bout it
Can't talk down on n***as, gotta give us our credit, 'causе n***as know we valid
Foenem, they gon' spin, drop your pin, I bet you won't do it again
I just seen one bitch, she think she a 10, right at the jewelry inn
Bro sent screenshots with the opps, be sayin' "'Cause I ain't never gon' see it"
I know a n***a who told, he think he slick 'cause he made a verbal agreement
I fuck n***as bitches, I don't wanna run my mouth, I act like I never did it
Five hunnid for a show, got shit to show, I done brought a Lamborghini
I done brung a million cash 'round me and n***as ain't touch a nare penny
Everything I be sayin', rerouted to my lines, I don't want the feds listening
Caught his ass, he ran fast, didn't he
High-speed with a red Richie
Sellin' bitches be the bad bitches
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