You dealing with real project niggas (Brr)
You know what I´m sayin´? I´m the biggest in here (You good)
Big 49
Pussy

Chases

All these fucking sticks, you better watch how you approachin´ me (Brr)
Niggas started switchin´, now they mad they can´t get close to me (They mad)
She was tryna fuck me through DM, I hit back hopefully (Okay)
Ask me if I´m fuckin´ his little bitch, I´m like, "Supposedly" (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I´m like, "Supposedly"
They killed my dog and ask me if I´m good, I´m like, "Supposedly" (I´m good, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I´m like, "Supposedly"
This bitch in here tryna get me head like she wanna take my soul from me

Yeah, real millionaire, real motion there, nigga, I´m a trapper
I was standin´ on the block (Yeah) all day with killas, turn to a rapper (For real)
We done put niggas on the news and start fuckin´ they hoes, that shit be tragic (For real)
Put money on niggas hats, and I´m getting that hat tapped off that static, nigga
Money, cars and clothes (Yeah), clothes, ´bows and hoes (Clothes, ´bows and hoes)
Bitch say she love me, I´m like, "Yeah, I know" (I´m like, "Yeah, I know")
Hm, yeah, Bubba for the low (Yeah), bitch, I got a strong nose (I got a strong nose)
Yeah, whoopty, whosah, whoopty, woo, that´s how shit go (That´s how shit go)
Uh, yeah, product of the trenches, fuckin´ niggas bitches, huh

Man baby Jesus (Yeah), fucked the whole city, huh (Yeah)
Pills in my liver (Yeah), I got bitches fuckin´ bitches, huh (Hm)
Free my uncle Key (Yeah), fighting that life sentence, huh

I´m like, "Bitch, I think I´m him" (I am)
That´s what I had said when she asked me who I am (Fuck a ???)
I was tryna break the rim
Ballin´ like I´m Capo, diamonds jumpin´ out the gym
I ain´t doin´ M, I ain´t even gotta think hard (Shit too easy)
This ain´t no cash, she tryna fuck me, she ain´t gotta think hard (It´s too easy)

It ain´t romance, I let this young bitch hold my bank card (Poppin´ greasy)
It ain´t no cash, so many guns, this shit like vanguard (For no reason)
Shit ain´t C.O.D
All these niggas be like me, shit, all we fear is G-O-D
His name in some paperwork ´cause he talk to a C-O-P
We cannot have smoke if I can hop you with you V-O-P
We way up at the T-O-P, I hope you can spell, pussy (Aah)
She keep tellin´ me that she want deez, like she sell pussy
Spinnin´ in them V´s, nigga know I be where ain´t no 12 lookin´ (Skrrt)
Hundred shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like hell cookin´ (Feel like hell)

Jumpin´ on them torches, we can´t even smoke him, he might tell somethin´ (Yeah, he might tell)

Niggas was tryna shit, but now they on my dick (No they on my dick)
Every time I go talk to them dicks, 49 gon´ plead the fifth (I´ma plead the fifth)
Every time I think about where I come from, I say, "Bitch, I´m him" (Bitch, I´m him)
Every time I go back to the hood, big 10 mil´ on my hip (Brr)
Meek just showed me niggas dyin´, he on some feelings shit (Some feelings shit)
I told him we made some mamas cry, bitch, we on killer shit (We on killer shit)
How the fuck you see a top out in yo´ face and don´t kill that nigga?

Bitch, I´m G all by my dolo, I don´t need no nigga (Huh)
I´m the type to put bro on, you the type leave your niggas (Huh)
I´m the type to buy that bad ho Chrome, you the type penny pincher (Huh)
Better be lucky, I ain´t a fuck nigga, would´ve put ya brother in it (Huh)
Niggas mad over hoes we fuck, nigga, you a mad nigga (Yeah)
Million dollas ain´t shit to us, I´m the type can´t get touched (Huh)
I´m the type to go ghost a slut, can´t let her fuck her motion up (Huh)
We the ones went, son, nigga, ain´t no recruitin´ us (Recruitin´ us)
Remember that time I checked dude, and he said they ain´t sayin nothin´? (Ain´t sayin nothin´)

Trenches back alive, the killers back outside (The killers back outside)
I´m out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9 (Alright)
On Facetime with lil´ G, they say the facts ´cause dude lying (For real)
I´m the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot, yeah (For real)
Niggas pussy, private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk (Yeah)
High school, sold weed out a jar (Yeah), man, I took that shit too far (Yeah)
I know dude a ho for sure, he ain´t never have no paw
Only paw he ever knew, was a rat, I don´t wanna talk (Yeah)
We was dirty growin´ up (Yeah), but I´m rich now, bitch, it´s up (Yeah)

Man, we be with superstars (Yeah), but Buck still be selling soap (Yeah)
I´ma let the hood pick it (Yeah), I don´t need no A&R (Yeah)
And before the label shit, bitch, we been had A&R´s (Yeah)