Brrrah, brrrah Brrrah, brrrah Was lil & dumb But no sometimes way dumb My life a gun show, fuck, my life a mess And I grew up with my homies End up seein' you get stretched And my block it ain't safe Unless you modify your tech They heard every single rumor But they couldn't say I was that Being mixed with some tags With it, taken off my neck Just some youngins on the block You want smoke, we at your neck We tour just for our respect Tip a nigga you never met Campin' out, we meet at ten Ring my gangsta outta ten That my lawyer beat my case And also thank to judge But every time they Google my name They gon' say that kid was fucked Police gon' try plant a gun on a nigga like al capone And just not to cought me melo Feelin' like I'm etika, melo I cought these shoes Margiela This fifth kick like Marcelo Lamborghini hard yellow We might get too white yellow We pop it like hot hallow Shoot a nigga on pedos He done got his face riddled We was tough from so little Was little and dumb But knows when times were dumb The trap goin' dumb Grand churches go make a duck Trap house full of dubs Cuff a pack right 'fore it's done That door to hear Was young right clips with a god Was young sellin' drugs But knows when hands get mud (brrrrah) Was knowin' so low Sold to fourteen none shows up Atlanta, John (Johnson) Neighborhood cop I do this for bro (sav) Tdub stay knowin' with bruh (sav) Sav, post came with my right hand man I swear I'm not gettin' back (Wassi) Fuck the opps know I got a mack (mack) Shoot him in his back (blah) Put it all in your back (nigga) I fell in love with the swag That drip come from outta pan I put my block on the map (map) I swear I ain't talkin' about rap (no) These bullets will make you step back (back) Like Harden (James) My mama still waitin' on a apartment I ain't here took no artist Jury just raise a market Google me, I got articles I read all of 'em, these bullets stay rain 'em pour Put glizzies in the jaw we gotta smoke 'em more This gang a fuel war, tell me rip your card Put glizzies in the jaw, tell me rip your card Was little and dumb But knows when times were dumb The trap goin' dumb Grand churches go make a duck Trap house full of dubs Cuff a pack right 'fore it's done That door to hear Was young right clips with a god Was young sellin' drugs But knows when hands get mud (brrrrah) Was knowin' so low Sold to fourteen none shows up Atlanta, John (Johnson) Neighborhood cop I do this for bro (sav) Tdub stay knowin' with bruh (sav) Uh, y'know Long live Wassi You feel me We was young You don't know I'm still with cro You feel me Trap house to trap house Bando to bando Trapper to a trapper You know I mean You niggas ain't in the field and shit Ya feel me? We really do this man Shoutout to all the real niggas on the north and shit Gang shit, nigga