(We love you, Perc) Know how shit get, ahem (This some Memphis shit, Mj on the beat) Dead opps mixed, smoke one in the booth A man get a headshot, he don't tell the truth He ain't really trappin', lil' bruh a store runner The more he pick out, then the lower the number (uh, uh) The 'bows touch down and the sack don't fumble If you got rich off a lick, put your arm up If it got switch on it, why would they run up? Set in a pic, wide-open the jumper (scorin' for longer) Been steppin' and walkin' with troops (mmm, mmm) Stormin' in boots, shoot from a mile away Got a lot of diamonds in your tooth, got racks in my mouth and I don't even smile or play Chrome Heart that hoodie, lil' bruh, not Bape Growin' up, live ruthless like Eazy and Dre New Glock hold fully, this bitch got weight Hit him one time, bet the whole clip shake The ho look fine, but she can't move weight A hundred 'bows down, hundred more up on the way Get set for the bait, he cooked like cake Cutthroat, slimy, backdoor snake (slatt, slatt) Chrome Heart crosses, livin' with bosses Beatin' out charges, ain't got shit to say My lawyers, they paid Uh, 'fore a nigga ever break that code, I'll break out a safe (uh, uh) Damn, know a nigga livin' wrong Way I count the money, shit feelin' right (count it up) Pourin' codeine when I sleep all alone I'm still fightin' demons all through the night (I can lean with my ice) Double, you geekin', you rollin', I might Certified tweaker, it's fuck all the mice (uh, uh, uh) Don't say you smokin' on opps, we 'bout that life (walk) We totin' a choppers, you gettin' right (walk down) You on the block with that dope every night (uh, uh) Trappin' and servin', sell dope to no mice (uh, uh) All of my lil' niggas known for slimin' Nigga get wrong (slatt), bet he get right (slime) Too in the streets for the industry life He risk his life for some Instagram likes Live in a flame, but my neck still iced Been runnin' with the gang for the rest of my life Uh, uh, he lost his life for some IG likes Hit him, flip him, AR gon' miss him (uh, uh) Switch shoot fast, nigga can't fight This rap shit got me with long money, know I keep it on me, racks, pants look tight Really don't link 'cause I don't fuck with rappers (why?) Nigga, ask why, 'cause the swag they bite (uh) She wanna boot up, I hit her right after He done kidnapped her, made her a wife If I really want your bitch, you know I can have her Pass her to the gang and make her our type Huh (nigga), uh, uh Nigga, uh