Squeezing on the opps, I ain't talking Call of Duty

Love that baby Drake and I love that baby Uzi

Broke hoes, poor me, love my bitches bad and bougie

Riding in the coupe, but we started in a hoodie Still on 4 -5, Nugent Street, where they raise me

Shooters on point, get my circle like the Navy

Eight and a Sprint, got me moving real lazy

Hundred round drem, but I only drop 80

Moving real fast, bought that 187

Pray every day that my shooters go to heaven

Granny told me pray, cause them demons in my section

But I be outside with that 30 round stretcher

We don't say names, we ain't making no statements

Sit my ass down through the time that I'm facing

I ain't have shit, now we riding in a spaceship

That Glock leave a nigga with a facelift, facelift

Ruger come from Germany, chopper give you third degree

Leave a nigga hit, now he laying up a surgery

Trying to get a bag, I be moving with a urgency

Team full of killers, kill yourself, you ain't hurting me

Really bout a burglary, bippin' for that pot of gold

Real known shooter fell in love with that K to smoke

Really bout that burglary, bippin' for that pot of gold

Real known shooter fell in love with that K to smoke

Bippin' for the pot of gold, got bitches on a stroll

If we see a sucker, swear to God, then we up to fuck

Lately I been out the way, I been playing OT

Heard a couple pussy niggas saying they wanna smoke me

Got the chop suey and I'm quick to knock these brains out

Back to 4 -5 with my young niggas, hang out

If we ain't in the 5, we in the 4

Only fuck with my young niggas, really trained to go

We getting money, we stacking nigga

We took a big loss, catch a opp, swear to God, we whacking niggas

Hell yeah, we really jacking niggas

We catch a nigga with the B's, swear to God, then we taxing niggas

Blues just come and rub a band

Every time I run a new bitch, I gotta have a rubber, man

I got them P's out of town, I got the pass

Got them niggas on the block, still keep it in them sacks

I'm moving dirty on the I -5

If I make it to my destination, everybody getting high

I'm low -key when it's war, nigga

I'm trying to catch a nigga looking yellow tape up the score, nigga