Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows Me and Gregg was sharin´ clothes, but we wasn´t really bros
We was tryna impress them hoes, kept us on our toes I had 25 in high school, like I´m Derrick Rose I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that´s on my soul Hat always cocked back to the left ´cause I grew up with the moes And I was thuggin´ hard with shawty like I´m one of the 4s I had some shootouts with my bro ´n´ ´em, I had to give it and go Shit got hot, we ??? most of ´em, still got one of the old ones though Might hang that bitch in a frame for show That´s the one that my big ??? We ain´t learn how to blow on no range, no Pop out, flame out the Wrangler door Might could´ve blew out my brains, though
Niggas must not got no aim no more Niggas left me in the rain some more I found some gold in the rainbow though They say I got money and changed the most Please don´t forget I´m still dangerous, though Still´ll walk up on a stranger, though Gangster shit run in my veins for sure I wanna change ´em, though Know how to channel my anger, though Oh, we ain´t gone save ´em, no Where his hood at? We gon´ name him, though Oh, yeah, I´m famous, so? None of my killers want payment, though Oh, we ain´t ´posed to be bangin´, no Me and my niggas, we hangin´, though Oh, I don´t wanna be slangin´ dope This pistol don´t ever stop rangin´, though
Ayy, I don´t panic Whips be panoramic I was sellin´ dope at my granny´s Xanny´s, yeah, I need a Grammy, oh Need another big ass mansion, uh Big yard, big ass hammock, uh Wrist all wet, Atlantic Bitch, it´s big bucks, no whammies My bitch need attention, she bad as fuck And she got lips like Angela You know a nigga done ran it up Damn, I could buy her a phantom, huh? Where that come from? That was random, huh? Die for respect, I demand it I was very broke, now I´m rich, can´t stand it Tell me why niggas hate Randy
G Herbo, fuck niggas can´t stand me, huh
Worth a couple mil, I´m branded, uh Special nigga ´cause I´m left handed, huh Niggas namin´ shit, I had it I ran through that sack like I must´ve forgot it I helped niggas out when I should´ve bought a Patek They sneak diss a lot, but they don´t want no static You savages should be no rumor, you ratted I bought my first pipe, cuzzo said I could have it At G Fazo house, me and ??? in the attic Kay Fazo was here, used to sit in the ??? Then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin´ Ladders and horses and carriages, you know we clappin´ shit Opps, we embarrass ´em, ayy
We ain´t gon´ hop out no caravan, ayy Foenem might fire up yo´ cameraman, ayy Real street niggas I represent Long live Bapo and Hellabands Ain´t nothin´ but trappers and bappers in here Who the fuck let all these rappers in? We ain´t with none of that chitchat, uh-uh You ain´t never hear no click-clack Shawty ´n´ ´em ready to kidnap somethin´ Send his arm home in a gift wrap for ´em Push a nigga shit back some Homie ´n´ ´em might want some get-back for ´em We finna slide tonight, heard his homie ´n´ ´em tryna have a kickback for ´em Broskie the driver, got my window rolled down in the rear back some Just havin´ fun, that´s the type of shit I did, I was young
I shed a tear for my young, nigga, I kill for my son And before I met him, I was numb Let a nigga feel my drum A lot of niggas think I´m dumb I´ma just let ´em think what they want They probably think I´m a punk Niggas probably really think I ain´t gon´ dump I´m the type to let ´em front Leave a nigga ass all in ??? slump After I feed a nigga hollow tips, I need the blunt Sick and tired of smokin´ all this Gelato, shit, I need some Runtz Finna get another 150 charm real quick, I need a ??? 40 thousand go out every first of the month Just for livin´, always been that nigga, so you never could front
Just be consistent Pulled up on flexin´ shit, like, "Yeah, bitch, we did it" Out of these digits Naw, not that, that´s just a lil´ million Uh, uh