Tryna catch this bitch, Ju
This shit like catching lightning in a bottle
What else?
(Royal House on the beat)

Got my mind right, but my money right-er
Tryna stay out of the limelight
Lookin´ back in twenty-twenty hindsight
Five-mic award right from the Source, jumped off the porch, auntie walkin´ back from the store, she need another lighter
Bully boy like a matador, hook up a whole brick
Fuck I look like going back and forth? This ain´t no road trip
Girly all up in my face, stay bringin´ up old shit
Glock like a heated blanket laid up with a cold bitch, toastin´
Balling on these niggas like I´m Jokić, got motion
Satchel full of pills, but this ain´t Motrin
Soakin´ in my thoughts, tryna land on my feet, ain´t bring no sand to the beach, but I brought drip to the ocean

You know the slogan, it don´t make no tokens, it don´t make sense
I need a bigger scale ´cause this one broken, it don´t weigh temps
Anted up on a thousand grams of the Babe Ruth
My youngin know he caught in that jam, he better stay mute
Let´s get it (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

My niggas really on
Drug Zone 7-6 to the 50 Zone
Buck 65 wet, all skin and bones
Double D´s on the TEC, this ain´t no silicone
Shit, you already know what the fuck is goin´ on
You know we pay an extra ten, you catch him in the dome (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
We quick to get him gone
Was praying for a plug, but now my cousin Chilly home

What else?

Playin´ my hand, I ain´t dealing cards
Warning, lookin´ at an El Debarge and I´m still at large
Thirty-six stamped with a Playboy Bunny
Your own fam´ll turn you in for the reward money
Made a million out the sink, a trap star legend
No major, niggas ain´t get deals with Cap Star Records
Niggas ain´t moving right if they can´t make the money move
Ran it up, went on the run without no running shoes
After you turn the bag around and bust another U
Fifty an R, that´s five K for a hundred blues
Seats givin´ me a massage, 75 to Flint
I´m undefeated on the lodge, it´s 696

Catchin´ pops off the glass like I´m Tayshaun
Back when you took a loss, you made it up like it was Avon
Might bust my wrist down after I bust a brick open
Bubble clear Balenciaga Chucks, these ain´t no Rick Owens (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

My niggas really on
Drug Zone 7-6 to the 50 Zone
Buck 65 wet, all skin and bones
Double D´s on the TEC, this ain´t no silicone
Shit, you already know what the fuck is goin´ on
You know we pay an extra ten, you catch him in the dome (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
We quick to get him gone
Was praying for a plug, but now my cousin Chilly home

What else?