Yeah, yeah, yeah
Only way to get this with the
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, shirt off with no mask at all, I train my dog with mannitol
Clearest water, this the one made Jesus take his sandals off
Come knock on the devil's door, make sure you turn your camera off
It's Js in here, white all on they face, but they ain't Santa Claus
I'm tryna do the math on how much more it take to get this car
You never thought I'd get this far, iced both my arms, my wrists is sore
I never been this up before, I'm paranoid as ever
7.62 clip curve in this AR for protection
Karma can't even catch up, did my first dirt like '07
Even back then, I'd tell you, I'ma be like this forever
It was hot, I made it swelter, hot like sit-downs with the devil
Like, the only way to get this to my state is if we mail it
And the bond we built was special, all the game, my gang was separate
And they love me 'cause they know I'll catch a case and I ain't tellin'
Whoa, whoa, gas on the track and throw mud on it
Watch and my chain got blood on it (whoa)
The end of the barrel got blood on it (whoa)
Came out the zoo, hide a check in the floor (whoa, whoa)
I don't put it on if ain't twenty or more
I committed sins in Christian Dior
Hold up with G-Wagons, hold 'em up more (whoa)
Finessin' and trappin', made millions off rappin' (whoa)
Just go to Zone 6, they gon' say I'm the GOAT
Demons, piranhas, I'm movin' official (yeah)
I keep me a shooter wherever I go (whoa)
I take pills and I sip lean, bitch
I don't feel right tryna drive a boat (whoa)
I'm out the trenches, I turned up my granny house
I had them jays knockin' at the door
I'm a different type of breed
When it comes to the way these niggas chains supposed to blow
I'm a different type of nigga
When it come to stretchin' out the work and pimpin' a ho
Four thousand ones, pure cocaine, spend it on one of my chains
One thousand one trillion bullets come behind my name
Whoa, whoa
Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (shoot it myself)
Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (shoot it myself)
Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (shoot it myself)
Whoa, whoa
Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (shoot it myself)
Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (shoot it myself)
Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (shoot it myself)
I get into it with one of my opps, a nigga body gotta drop
And ain't nobody gon' tell me stop, I'll shoot it myself
I come through a nigga block, ain't gotta worry 'bout talkin' to cops
The reason a nigga holdin' this Glock, I'll shoot it myself
Yeah, I'll shoot it myself
I'll shoot it myself
Yeah, I'll shoot it myself
Yeah, nigga, I'll shoot it myself
Huh, I'll shoot it myself
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? I'll shoot it myself
Whoa, whoa, I'll shoot it myself (shoot it myself)
Whoa, fuck you sayin', nigga? I'll shoot it myself
Yeah, yeah, top somethin', I ain't tryna shoot at no vest
Why the boy out and still movin' this meth?
It'll never sit my way, get pressed
Movin' my H, my hank gettin' stretched
Been drinkin' this Quagen, it taste like Tech
Purple and red, I don't drink no grits
It's a nasty pourin', I'm drinkin' this Tris
It's a slime, 5.56
It got green on the tip (it got green)
He couldn't breathe, he got hit (he couldn't breathe, he got)
Bullets jumpin' to him like it springs on a cliff
It's Celine when I drip (Celine)
I spit out phlegm on your bitch (phlegm on your bitch)
Niggas can't say they my opps, I'm just a demon they met (I'm just a demon they met)
