Headshot

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Tahj Money

Dmac on the ****ing track

Bordeaux and Non Native

I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin'

I remember rain, sled in snow, I was hustlin'

Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government

Glock in this Louis pouch, n***a, I ain't tusslin'

Catfish, he don't really know who he ****in' with

Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it

Had the undertaker at your tomb, stone shovelin'

Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint

Made it out thе field with some n***as I was thuggin' with

We'll sеnd some shots through they crowd while they huddlin'

I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussing it

Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan

Old b***hes trippin', cut her off like a Backwood

Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood

Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (Yeah, uh, uh)

Walk down on 'em, make sure you get clapped good (Uh, uh)

I feel like the man of the hour (I do)

This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power (Brr)

He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward

Ayy, uh, uh

Go lookin' for him every hour, uh

I 'member nights in the tower (I do)

She suckin' my dick out the shower

Tell her, "Be quiet," she told me, "**** me even louder"

Ayy, ayy, uh

Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up)

All of your sneakers is beat up (They are)

Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up)

You see the police and we speed up

Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us)

Uh, yeah, they tryna find us

But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow)

She wanna chill with me and all my n***as (She do)

She get extra freaky off the liquor (Uh), uh

She told us that she got a man (What?)

So we extra sneaky when I'm with her

She a lil' bad broad (Uh), she wanna go mad far (Uh-uh)

Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car, uh

Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same

Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain

Tryna go on like a vet in the game, put respect on my name

No security, I flex with the gang, I'm a real one

Reminiscin' about all of my decisions

And based on the way I was livin', I was runnin' through the phantom

Couple n***as disrespectin', we done killed them

Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one

Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns

N***a talkin' like he know me, he my real son

Rap beef, **** the the cap, I'ma drill some

Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb

Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin'

Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him

Headshot or a lifelong sentence, what you need for them to label you a real one