Okay, okay, lil' nigga

Ayy, okay, lil’ nigga, lil' nigga, yeah

Okay, let me talk my shit one time

How you mad at me for doin' the same shit

you hypocritical bitch?

Caught with weed and guns, ain’t get no bond

the judge had made me sick

I took mine to the chin, nigga

you a sucker, you ain't even take your lick

Brodem already know

wherever they see them boys, just take they shit

I'm the one she get revenge with, I'm Mr. Take Your Bitch

I'm 99 overall, lil' nigga, I hardly ever miss

Heard you goin' broke tryin' to stay lit

you can’t keep up with me

I’ll bе rich 'til 2099, you better tuck your cheese

I nеver said, "Fuck the streets

"one foot out and one foot deep

Stand on this shit ’til I'm in the ground

I know who down for me

My young crew ain't make it to finish school

they sold the pounds with me

None of them bitches ain't worth a nut

I hate I ever squeezed ’em

I'm from that side of town where

they play it crazy and try to lay

Boys in the hood, it's time to slide

them niggas turn to Tre (Dough, hear me out)

Not only did I put food on the table, I even fixed the plate

I'll go get a job cuttin' down

trees 'fore I run out of pape'

I get pounds to doorstep in this state, it only take a day

Set up come from middle of the mall

these niggas jewelry fake

All black cars are like I'm in a mob

but we screamin' free GA

A war pop off, I'm doin' a roll call

make sure the brodie straight

This bitch want me to keep it real

but everythin' about her fake

Five hundred thousand to the lawyer

I'm tryin' to beat the case

We them boys who run around Skyami with them Georgia plates

I used to break pounds down for Boo

he let me keep the shape

Lil' nigga, big four nickel, it help me hold my weight

Nine figures later, I'm still thuggin'

I can't go for nothin'

I been at the pape' since goin' to Fox Street

gettin' the weed from

I come from that spot where you hear shots

you need to die or duck (Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah)

I come down that Boulevard and new Ferraris, me and Daniel

And he don't dap niggas up, he keep his gun in handle

I got way more hoes than I got clothes

so I don't care what she do

Turn your mama house into a trap spot

I got love for little Q

Every day the rent do, nigga

and I got a plan, I'm goin' harder

Bankroll after bankroll

I feel funny when I gotta swipe my card

I'm really that boy

I got more cards than these lil' niggas got drawers

I was out the way, back on that bullshit

these niggas done pissed me off

Belgium, all the walls, tear shit apart, I really run with

I ain't got no odds, these niggas post it all

I'm beefin' with the police

Richard Millies, Paris, Cartier, I only wear my APs

I'm Orange Feet Records

how the fuck you niggas try to play me?

I don't gotta buy no chains

buy apartments, put 'em in my kid's name