(Banger)
(Oh, yeah, I´m finna make a banger with this one)
Uh
(DJ on the beat so it´s a banger)

Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (Got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain´t never get no get back for that (Fuck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (Back to back)
Went and blow like fifty grand then I´m gettin´ out the Raq (I´m out the Raq)
When they shot my lil´ brother, we was spinnin´ after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin´ after that (After that)
Got us duckin´ undercovers, niggas bitches and they rats (They rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (Come one)

Don´t get whacked ´bout chit chattin´, pillow talkin´ under covers

Split his ass like Kit-Kats, he get caught walkin´ under them gutters (Ayy)
Half a million to the lawyers, we got patience with each other
Dead broke investigation, in that station and he stutter
Hoes scandalous, I don´t trust her
Talk too fast, she got a ass and this bitch bad but I don´t love her
Got a bag but I won´t cuff her (Uh-huh)
She can´t never get my time and she can´t ride with me in public (Swerve)
Eighty percent these hoes trash, my bitch nag but she ain´t fuckin´
I ain´t goin´ out like no sucker, I´m in my bag, I´m in my duffle (I´m in my duffle)
A lot of you niggas was the one then went out bad like David Ruffin

A lot of you niggas was my sons ´til I had sons and now you ain´t nothin´ (Pussy)
Went to war, we let off guns I got home blood all on my buttons

Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (Got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain´t never get no get back for that (Fuck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (Back to back)
Went and blow like fifty grand then I´m gettin´ out the Raq (I´m out the Raq)
When they shot my lil´ brother, we was spinnin´ after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin´ after that (After that)
Got us duckin´ undercovers, niggas bitches and they rats (They rats)

Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (Come one)

Just for Cap, we throw up B´s that´s how we bleedin´ for my brother (On Cap)
And for Max, we throw up C´s, ain´t none but G´s out the gutter (Max)
Ran through sacks I´m having G´s, I got that cheese like some rubber (You know that)
Where I´m from ain´t nothin´ but hustlers, get this shit straight off the muscle (Yeah)
On my street ain´t nothin´ but killers, I got shooters like the Rucker (Ayy)
Why you think they yellin´ "Drench him", those some shootin´ motherfuckers (Ayy)
Ask the city bout No Limit, we some shootin´ motherfuckers (Baow)
I´m just tryin´ to get richer, they keep shootin´ motherfuckers (Fuck)

I was stuck in the trenches, now my ice hittin´ and my life litter
Rap niggas get rich off suckin´ dick, they act just like bitches
Reason you don´t see me in no pics ´cause I don´t like niggas (Bitch)
Twinkle me, that flame from out this Glick go out like light switches (Brr)

Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (Got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain´t never get no get back for that (Fuck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (Back to back)
Went and blow like fifty grand then I´m gettin´ out the Raq (I´m out the Raq)
When they shot my lil´ brother, we was spinnin´ after that

Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin´ after that (After that)
Got us duckin´ undercovers, niggas bitches and they rats (They rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (Come one)