[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse]
Fuck around and buy a brand-new Glock and put a fifty in it
I'm tryna get rich or die trying, shit, 50 did it
Gave a bitch twelve hundred dollars and she let me hit it
He got jammed up by the boys and he told who did it
I heard dog got hit with that— they don't know who did it
He had a gun, but he ain't shoot shit, he was runnin' with it
AR-15 with a drum, goin' huntin' with it
I can't name another rap nigga that's fuckin' with me
All that money he be talkin', he ain't got a car
A nigga try to reach for my chain, he ain't gon' make it far
My nigga in the kitchen whippin' up, he be makin' art
I'm a Beecher nigga, I got a play out in Oak Park
Do some kid shit and try to slide in a go-kart
Take care of my kids and her, I do both parts
Don't start no beef with me, nigga, I'ma take that shit so far
This Glock shoot nine bullets, call it Tony Parker
Bro got a fiend oldhead look like Macaulay Calkin
I won't fight, I'ma shoot, but I'm good at boxin'
Dog think he gettin' off on the 'Gram, he wear fake watches
I had to cut dog off, he be pape' watchin'
All I gotta do is point him out, bro gon' say, "Copy"
I'm a real trapper, shit-talkin' is just my hobby
He got hit in his chest with that chop, so we call him Bobby
Tee gettin' high off Percocets, walkin' like a zombie
My white boy say he gon' slide for me, so I call him Tommy
If I want a fuck nigga dead, them I'm callin' Johnny
In the club gettin' drunk as fuck, I was out my body
Hell nah, I don't want no green, nigga, where's the Wocky?
Catch the nigga that was sneak dissin', tell him run his pockets
I got so much ice in my chain, I be playin' hockey
My mama say I got the big head, I be actin' cocky
That nigga never outside 'cause we gon' pop him
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse]
Fuck around and buy a brand-new Glock and put a fifty in it
I'm tryna get rich or die trying, shit, 50 did it
Gave a bitch twelve hundred dollars and she let me hit it
He got jammed up by the boys and he told who did it
I heard dog got hit with that— they don't know who did it
He had a gun, but he ain't shoot shit, he was runnin' with it
AR-15 with a drum, goin' huntin' with it
I can't name another rap nigga that's fuckin' with me
All that money he be talkin', he ain't got a car
A nigga try to reach for my chain, he ain't gon' make it far
My nigga in the kitchen whippin' up, he be makin' art
I'm a Beecher nigga, I got a play out in Oak Park
Do some kid shit and try to slide in a go-kart
Take care of my kids and her, I do both parts
Don't start no beef with me, nigga, I'ma take that shit so far
This Glock shoot nine bullets, call it Tony Parker
Bro got a fiend oldhead look like Macaulay Calkin
I won't fight, I'ma shoot, but I'm good at boxin'
Dog think he gettin' off on the 'Gram, he wear fake watches
I had to cut dog off, he be pape' watchin'
All I gotta do is point him out, bro gon' say, "Copy"
I'm a real trapper, shit-talkin' is just my hobby
He got hit in his chest with that chop, so we call him Bobby
Tee gettin' high off Percocets, walkin' like a zombie
My white boy say he gon' slide for me, so I call him Tommy
If I want a fuck nigga dead, them I'm callin' Johnny
In the club gettin' drunk as fuck, I was out my body
Hell nah, I don't want no green, nigga, where's the Wocky?
Catch the nigga that was sneak dissin', tell him run his pockets
I got so much ice in my chain, I be playin' hockey
My mama say I got the big head, I be actin' cocky
That nigga never outside 'cause we gon' pop him
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