Me and Sheff in the trap so much don't care that pack got pushed In the field like black ops said he heard mad shots, then he heard a life got took Crack rock, big dope big guns in the trap house, we ain't ever care bout books Look, run up, he shook, hope he don't drop he get cooked I want a Grammy, like 30 of 'em they don't gimme that, you hear the 30 drumming I had a dream bout plenty hunnids we supply the block and kept the money coming Shorty come in, show mе love or sum I could die tomorrow, why you acting dumb? Strapped up, can't dancе, hon got some stories imma tell my grandson Or my granddaughter, fuck with gang and that's a manslaughter Treesh dipping, and she with the gang how she got here I think her man brought her Couple hittas, and they blood dripping on my other, hit a n*ggas cuz cripping Been on the block so we fell a victim screaming "free my brothers in the fucking systems"
I done seen n*ggas cash out on a bitch ain't do shit for their fucking sister I just pull up and flash out on a bitch take a smoke and a couple pictures Backwoods and the paper on (fronto?) I can't fuck with no fucking swishers Free Billy G (?) that's my bro ain't no stressing we ain't forget ya