(Banger)
(Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Uh
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Nigga got hit in his shit
and I got rich after that (Got rich)
Opps bitches
they ain't never get no get back for that (Fuck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me
whips tinted back to back (Back to back)
Lam blow like fifty grand
then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer
know we winnin' after that (After that)
Got us duckin' undercovers
niggas bitches and they rats (They rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother
after that wе want another (Come one)

Don't gеt whacked 'bout chit chattin'
pillow talkin' under covers
Split his ass like Kit-Kats
he get caught walkin' under them gutters (Ayy)
Half a million to the lawyers
we got patience with each other
Dead broke investigation, in that station and he stutter
Hoes scandalous, I don't trust her
Talk too fast, she got a ass and this bitch bad
but I don't love her
Got a bag but I won't cuff her (Uh-huh)
She can't never get my time
and she can't ride with me in public (Swerve)
Eighty percent these hoes trash
my bitch nag but she ain't fuckin'
I ain't goin' out like no sucker
I'm in my bag, I'm in my duffle (I'm in my duffle)
A lot of you niggas was the one
then went out bad like David Ruffin
A lot of you niggas was my sons
'til I had sons and now you ain't nothin' (Pussy)
Went to war, we let off guns
I got home, blood all on my butters

Nigga got hit in his shit
and I got rich after that (Got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get
no get back for that (Fuck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me
whips tinted back to back (Back to back)
Lam blow like fifty grand
then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer
know we winnin' after that (After that)
Got us duckin' undercovers
niggas bitches and they rats (They rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother
after that we want another (Come one)

Just for Cap, we throw up B's
that's how we bleedin' for my brother (On Cap)
And for Max, we throw up C's
ain't none but G's out the gutter (Max)
Ran through sacks I'm having G's
I got that cheese like some rubber (You know that)
Where I'm from ain't nothin'
but hustlers, get this shit straight off the muscle (Yeah)
On my strip ain't nothin' but killers
I got shooters like the Rucker (Ayy)
Why you think they yellin' "Drench him"
them some shootin' motherfuckers (Ayy)
Ask the city bout No Limit
we some shootin' motherfuckers (Baow)
I'm just tryin' to get richer
they keep shootin' motherfuckers (Fuck)
I was stuck in the trenches
now my ice hittin' and my life litter
Rap niggas get rich off suckin' dick
they act just like bitches
Reason you don't see me in no pics
'cause I don't like niggas (Bitch)
Tweak with me, that flame
from out this Glick go out like light switches (Brr)

Nigga got hit in his shit
and I got rich after that (Got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get
no get back for that (Fuck niggas)
Hundred and fifty killers with me
whips tinted back to back (Back to back)
Lam blow like fifty grand
then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer
know we winnin' after that (After that)
Got us duckin' undercovers
niggas bitches and they rats (They rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother
after that we want another (Come one)