Ss, huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep Every nigga I fuck with, they- ss, every nigga I fuck with, they use they feet Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it), we gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off that ain't handlin' fuckin' business I remember them places them guns got buried, I remember them days them bullets flew over my head I remember the fully- frr, frr, by my dreads Huh, I'll give a man they props It ain't real if he ain't shot, should've been shot That shit he showin', I think that's all he got I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot Uh, this shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us) This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped) This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy) This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop up your home Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone Ss, this shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and them on security right 'cross the street, ss 'Cause they know I got more checks to pick up Huh, they know I'ma chop it right with 'em Huh, they know I got a career, if it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em Huh, they know I'll never forget where I'm from, never think that I'm bigger than this shit I know I ain't got no business at the store, so I hurry up and grab my kit Huh, I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone, record, and go live and shit Huh, I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit, got hit in they shit (Smoked) I know they catch me at this store right now, they gon' swing on this bitch Huh, if I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch I'm goin' out like Tony Huh, it's real niggas lookin' up to me, so I stand on ten by my lonely Huh, huh, I can't disappoint 'em Ss, rose gold emerald pointers Huh, I know you heard of Fatt Fox, huh, he make homies kill homies Uh, uh, this shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us) This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped) This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy) This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop up your home Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone Ss, this shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and them on security right 'cross the street, ss