Come on Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga, Gudda Cook that shit up, Quay D. Hill Feel like I'm walking through hell My brother got hit up with shells We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass But fuck it, nobody gon' tell Some niggas switched up, oh well All my niggas bossed up, we player We going up, need to get this on film Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs I want all the smoke, yeah the shit you inhale Yeah I could've failed but a nigga prevailed Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale My packs airborne, they come through the mail My son is four, he rich as the mayor My brother locked up and he trap out his cell Your girl is a whore, the gang gon' slay her Beat down, drill, we'll shoot a hundred shots Pop this chopper, got 'em ducking like a fire drill I'm on lean, weed, pills, neck got the fucking chills Yeah this beat come from Gudda Tay, Quay, and D. Hill Before I was rapping, yeah a young nigga was trapping Post in the cut and I get out the package Her ass and titties is clapping but the shit plastic Boy I'm so sick of the capping Godzilla, got hitters, been platinum I want some lamb but fuck it I can't go to platinum They heard that I signed me a deal, they said I'm worth millions Why the fuck I be on Candler? Feel like I'm walking through hell My brother got hit up with shells We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass But fuck it, nobody gon' tell Some niggas switched up, oh well All my niggas bossed up, we player We going up, need to get this on film Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs I want all the smoke, yeah the shit you inhale Yeah I could've failed but a nigga prevailed Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale My packs airborne, they come through the mail My son is four, he rich as the mayor My brother locked up and he trap out his cell My brother caught life so he couldn't pay the bail My son ain't but four, he rich and he player He watch me record, he watch all my film He told me take the 1'5 to the gym So I keep dropping hits, I keep giving hell The fans goin' up, they jumping the rail Stay with a shrimp, might pull up and kill When I need me a temp I pull up with shells They say I'm dabbing, I'm fresh as hell I'm rocking Givenchy, my bitch do it well Balenci, Christian, Gucci, Chanel Wraith, Bentley camera, riding down Mill Sliding four fifty-eight like a bat out of hell Go high speed chase, got 12 on my tail We got packs and they sell We got bricks and they frail Feel like I'm walking through hell My brother got hit up with shells We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass But fuck it, nobody gon' tell Some niggas switched up, oh well All my niggas bossed up, we player We going up, need to get this on film Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs I want all the smoke, yeah the shit you inhale Yeah I could've failed but a nigga prevailed Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale My packs airborne, they come through the mail My son is four, he rich as the mayor My brother locked up and he trap out his cell