Million if they come
and hit the spot
I got tunnel vision
My lil' hitta bustin'
out the car
he shoot with precision
Pray I don't have to send
his ass to God
so I hope he listen
Thirty shots
I'm busting at his top
ain't no way
I'm missing
All my n##### trapping
getting money
let that glizzy off
Move my dog to L.A.
on the run
he let that fifty off
Yeen getting money
fuckin' bitches
what you living for
Money makin' Jefe but
I slime you out like Alpo
I wasn't gon'
Take your babe but yeah
I guess she think
I'm cooler
I don't fuck with
bitch ass n#####
every n#### around
me shooters
I rob a n####
for a hundred
take it to the jeweler
Bitch this a Richard Mille
we don't rock
no Franck Mullers
I fuck with n##### a little
but I don't bring
'em where I stay
I'm too big for my hood
but I still be there every day
Sometimes I gotta go slide
just to let 'em know
I don't play
They think that I'm a rapper
I'll take they ass away
I be with them trappers
bitch
send they ass them packages
Got a bitch who black and rich
I think she immaculate
These n##### be tapping in
they be on some capping shit
Got my Glock glued to my hip
I don't do no lacking bitch
Million if they come
and hit the spot
I got tunnel vision
My lil' hitta bustin'
out the car
he shoot with precision
Pray I don't have to
send his ass to God
so I hope he listen
Thirty shots
I'm bustin' at his top
ain't no way
I'm missing
All my n##### trapping
getting money
let that glizzy off
Move my dawg to L.A.
on the run
he let that fifty off
Yeen getting money
fuckin bitches
what you living for
Money makin' Jefe but
I slime you out like Alpo
Switch on my Glock
they know how we rock
I ain't got no opps
all they ass popped
They say they gon' spin
I know that they not
Filled 'em up with hollows
he said they was hot
Double back again
we ain't done
we finna smack his friend
Rock out with my twin
speak on my brother
your shit get splat again
Four L 'til the end
what they ridin' in
I think a Benz
Broad day we spin
jump in the box
and we gone in the wind
Everybody act like
they got milk
shit we got revenge
I don't ever walk inside
no church 'cause
I'm committin' sins
Keep on talkin'
we gon' make a frown up
out of that grin
Bitch ass opp
won't even get on live
he got shot in his chin
Million if they come
and hit the spot
I got tunnel vision
My lil' hitta bustin'
out the car
he shoot with precision
Pray I don't have to
send his ass to God
so I hope he listen
Thirty shots
I'm bustin' at his top
ain't no way
I'm missing
All my n##### trapping
getting money
let that glizzy off
Move my dawg to L.A.
on the run
he let that fifty off
Yeen getting money
fuckin bitches
what you living for
Money makin' Jefe but
I slime you out like Alpo