Uhh, this that Butcher shit, nigga

This that Griselda shit

This that Daringer shit, nigga

Yeah, ayo this shit so big, it′ll put a hole through you

You, you and the wall, nigga

Yo, look, uhh

I pray for niggas flippin' half ounces

One day they reach the point they

Carryin′ duffle bags out of stash houses

We was cash counters, fast thousands

Had me pullin' glass out the pot,

The water runnin' like Splash Mountain

I catch a lick, I won′t brag ′bout it

I just show up in a mask with a Mag with bag 'round it (nigga)

Fuck a booth, you could get drag out it

Splashed Clicq′ on my last outfit

The Benz off white, the Jag almond (woo!)

Monopoly, I cop the whole board

We rock the (?), bought me a gauge then chop the nose off

Was lock, nobody sent a postcard (fuck 'em)

I′m still a gangsta, serve food on the table I chop the coke on

I got your bitch rockin' slow songs

But we don′t fuck, she just suck me off

And come to drop the dope off (I need that)

I play the trap in a snow storm (facts)

With a brick, I made a stack every time they twist the doorknob

They talkin' bodies, but I doubt if they with it

This that Godfather flow that got Gotti acquitted

Spendin' money, fuckin′ hotties, it get highly addictive

Lost my gun in a robbery, end up robbin′ me with it (shit)

I miss the bodies on bodies, so you probably can get it

And catch fragments from the shottie just parleyin' with ′em

Back home, the streets cold, shit, God is my witness

Niggas even get smoked when they mindin' they bid′ness, uhh

Tell me why it's normal when blood spill in the streets? (why?)

Smirk on my face while the judge sentencin me

I remember when they kept drug dealin′ discreet ('member that?)

Now it's like, you can buy drugs and get receipts

I′d face a RICO charge if these walls was talkin′ (damn)

We cooked hard up to soft from a small apartment (word)

I seen it all, swear to God them halls still haunt me

I heard my brother got cut in the yard in Marcy

I'm feelin′ guilty, cause maybe I misled him (sorry)

Is it fate? Every son my mom raised turned out a felon (facts)

They still her stay in school, but nah, that don't pay electric

It′s funny how we say we trap just to make an exit

That's how you think when you hustlin′,

Another hustler still vouchin' for me

They ain't forget, them niggas bought they first ounces from me

Yeah, whoa, I went and got a lawyer

My lawyer hired a lawyer and that one got an accountant for me

I′m stackin′ boxes like UPS, a fan on the barrel to cool the TEC

I play the field just like Mookie Betts

She never call she only shoot me text

I fuck her once a week, but to me, that's Romeo and Juliet

The arm the Rollie on, I use it best

Whip a zip to a 44, the dopest raw is usually stretched

Y′all be tryin' to gas me, I′m too cocky 'round these rappers (yeah)

With the Buffalo gang unit got me down as active, motherfucker