When that chopper spit, it sound
like music to my earlobes
My lil' nigga ran out of bullets in his stick
I told him reload
Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday
'cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East
these niggas too foul
You better keep extendos in your Glock
so you don't run out
That nigga tried to flee
but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I'm from, you gotta be a man
it ain't no handouts

Niggas ain't authentic
they just lies, they can't fool the kid
Nah, that bitch don't love a nigga for real
she tryna use the kid
I can feel the dark side tryna come
and pollute my mind
If you scared, then stay insidе the house
'cause outsidе, niggas dyin'
Bondin' with my killers, makin' sure
that we spend time together
Ain't nobody snitchin' in this circle
we'll do time together
Turn this bitch to Squid Games
and make a nigga kill his partner
Attachments on that handgun make it look
like it's a baby chopper
We finna blitz on these niggas for real
You can get snatched if you playin' the field
He a liability, I know he gon' squeal
Don't appreciate you when you keepin' it real
Time to pop shit, I was humble too long
It's too late to beg when them weapons is drawn
Keep the 'za, I'm online when they call
BC the Circle, forever gon' ball
Gotta stay solid, we never gon' fall
Tryna stay free, so we duckin' the law
20K blew, we just tore down the mall
Only the gang, we not fuckin' with y'all
Pull out the fire, now they lookin' appalled
Lil' vibe with me and she look like a doll
Just caught the play, it was me and my dogs
If they would've tried, then we would've let off, yeah

When that chopper spit
it sound like music to my earlobes
My lil' nigga ran out of bullets in his stick
I told him reload
Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday
'cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East
these niggas too foul
You better keep extendos in your Glock
so you don't run out
That nigga tried to flee
but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I'm from, you gotta be a man
it ain't no handouts

Yeah, in my hood, I'm the man now
Only thing we passin' out is Glocks
ain't no handouts
Thirty shots against your thirty shots, it's a standoff
He can't hustle
we hit him with a bundle, then he ran off
What's the number?
Get up in that huddle and we cash out
Plenty drugs, give 'em to my uncle, it's a pass out
Havin' racks, we ain't worried 'bout
that until the last one out
Real thrax, they gon' come right back
'cause they passin' out, what's the demo?
And we handle business, uh, yeah, what's the bino?
Money real long, went from bus to limo
Team real strong, got a bunch of 'stendos
And we in some rentals, turn, drop the window
Folks was teachin' me 'bout poles
but learned what I didn't know
Ayy, Money Man, I know 'bout 'bows
but I don't know 'bout crypto
Deep in these streets, they'll take your soul
if you don't got no grip, though
And we ain't killin' 'bout no hoes
you get killed 'bout your lip, though
We quick to let that switch go because—

When that chopper spit
it sound like music to my earlobes
My lil' nigga ran out of bullets in his stick
I told him reload
Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday
'cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East
these niggas too foul
You better keep extendos in your Glock
so you don't run out
That nigga tried to flee
but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I'm from, you gotta be a man
it ain't no handouts