If there's one in the chamber, oh you know that we hittin him (yeah) When you lookin for strangers, these niggas hittin civilians Whether we make the money, take the money I'm finna get me a billion And I just subtract the paper from the balance And pay out the hitters for gettin him I told my gunboys step then bark Don't do documentaries Leave that phone go around get trenchy (uh,uh) Two rambos skii wit a scarf like benji I just dodged a mazzeen might ring up and call my frenchie Bad b in a bentayga bentley Big drip no brenya I'm feelin so trendy Back den was mckenzie in the bando On tour man grip on givenchy Still gotta do what I do for the block I'ma ball non stop with my tool don't tempt me! Step one-two ruga or the winchest Looking all lengthy Rest up sheggy we still slap corn till we smoke on a henry The shot shells plenty (grrrr bow bow bow bow) Man I'm still on this paper route Hmmhmm Used to trap out the vacant housing I was just trying to make it out with my dawgs Now I'm shopping for audemars with the frost on it This 9 mm sounds like exhaust on it And if he a problem we gonna put a cost on him Boy I tell ya So we get the heaters out in the winter Put 7.62s inside the sprinter We give them head shots like its liquor This lil nina a real head splita Top of the league Ain't no one harder than me in my city Boy I tell ya So I'm overseas Tryna find someone who fuck with me T I tell ya Them youths love chatter we do not speak Unleash switch chings with my cake no bleach Tha opp try back up, I still got reach He's a neek he dunno bout streets yo I'm in dxb I can't smoke no trees My names too hot I can feel the degrees Benji where's the Gs? I might haffi ring bundog for the Canada leaf yo... Long rams now the dirty katana can chop don't skeet Opps ran off and lost their keys They talk too raggo the smokes on lease Two waps and their both guaranteed I been too bad so I'm no nominee You know the click back Really drops to my knees My tugs on badness Free up my brodie cos that's my ski If there's one in the chamber, oh you know that we hittin him (yeah) When you lookin for strangers, these niggas hittin civilians Whether we make the money, take the money I'm finna get me a billion And I just subtract the paper from the balance And pay out the hitters for gettin him And pay out the hitters for gettin him I was just trying to make it out with my dawgs Now I'm shopping for audemars with the frost on it