Yo…
Ya…
Alright…
If we finna square up, you better have them fists up
I got these autos ready to spark up
Bodies droppin’, I don’t miss much
Took the Hellcat for a spin—burnin’ rubber when I lift up
Talkin’ like they got it, but they cappin’ in they section
I been runnin’ plays, got the city in my mentions
Bank think I’m pimpin’, how I stack it up relentless
I don’t need no pension, money long like a sentence
They twistin’ the truth like the news on a loop
Told ‘em stay in they lane, now they swervin’ in coups
Backdoor money, keep it tucked in the booth
I got rich out the mud, now my diamonds got proof
Mask on, gloves tight, step like a general
Turned his main homie to a name in a visual
If it ain’t about the cash, then it’s minimal
All these opps typin’, but in person, they invisible
I been really in the field, I ain’t duckin’ smoke
Tryna play hero, now he leakin’ like he spoke
Runnin’ through the city, got the reaper in my coat
Turn the opps into a trend, put his name up in a post
I ain’t in the talkin’, let the blick do discussions
Hundred rounds loaded, let it rip, no percussion
Catch him outta bounds, he get clipped, repercussions
All that sneak dissin’, left him stiff, no adjustments
Foreign on the gas, push the pedal through the pavement
See me comin’ up, now they stuck in amazement
Loyal to the hustle, never need a replacement
Came from the trenches, turned the pain into payments
Yo…
Ya…
Alright…
If we finna square up, you better have them fists up…