When you leave out the house make sure you prepared
If you walk with a stick got to be ready to blow
Your life or it's his n**a you can't be scared
N**a said that it's up and it's stuck so that shit in the air
We don't shoot in the sky n**a this ain't a flare
Try run up on me we gon leave him right there
Ten Mil gon f**k up his car like a deer
Niggas swear they go hard but i been going harder
My b**h gon line his ass up like a barber
Try to run in the trap trying to take shit he leaving with nada
I don't even want her want the mother ms parker
Bro be scamming and shit he just bought him a charger
I'm the hero in the hood my music the saga
Eating d**k for some weed b**h where is your father
But we ain't gonna get into that
Was a youngin my brother was trapping he showed me a stack
From that day on all i knew is i needed that
Try to run up on me he get killed for some racks
Put some holes in his house I don't go tit for tat
I ain't worried bout shit cause i'm walking with blatt
Face card not good you can't get in the yap
99 In the field cause i'm trying to get the sack
We adding up numbers Trying to make sure we wealthy
How you want to eat off my plate but ain't never try help me
Niggas ain't never try text me and make sure i'm healthy
Bro in the cut trying to creep on his vic real stealthy
Say you gon ride then i need to see action
Drive out new york for the drip i aint f**g with pacsun
I'm trying to get the bag but this lil b**h keep on distracting
Numbers gon split him in half like a fraction
When you leave out the house make sure you prepared
If you walk with a stick got to be ready to blow
Your life or it's his n**a you can't be scared
N**a said that it's up and it's stuck so that shit in the air
We don't shoot in the sky n**a this ain't a flare
Try run up on me we gon leave him right there
Ten Mil gon f**k up his car like a deer
When i walk in the party i'm trying to go up
Try take it from me get his ass blown up
If he birdy bag him with the mask rolled up
Trying to move too hot get your ass bagged up
160 on the dash i'm doing the max
How i'm a give you a deal and i'm still getting taxed
If you want you some za its 600 a quack
He keep spinning and missing that boy need a nap
I hop on the beat and I kill 'em
Ain't faking no image you know how i'm living
Niggas be mad at D Nine cause i'm f**g his sibling
They mad that i'm having cause niggas done fumbled they rhythm
I'm focused on getting my shit all the way to the ceiling
You ain't tryna link you can bet imma catch your ass slipping
One way or another you gon end up a victim
One way or another imma get me a bag
Blowing my phone up it ain't bout no money that shit make me mad
I ain't trusting no niggas cause niggas gon snake for a band
Business decision i swear imma show you my ass
Designer all over my body your b**h trying to figure the brand
Bags coming in set up shop when they land
All on my own made a way
Scoop me a hitter trey five of the za for the play
Then slide on the hill by the way
Bussing the bank take my cash then i go bout my day
Imma do what i want i don't care what they say
You gon do what you can you ain't even tryna pay
My man spanish and he hate when i call him jose
If a n**a want beef i can bet you we bring a buffet
One stick in the car but how y'all niggas six deep
Looking like a bunch of lacking niggas
Kruddy with me know he pulling the trigger
B**h wan f**k me and gang off the liquor
He try get up on me my brody gon end him
Ducking ass niggas can't duck all these shots that we sending
I see my opp broad day man time then he finished
Shots to his face send his ass to the dentist
When you leave out the house make sure you prepared
If you walk with a stick gotta be ready to blow
Your life or it's his n**a you can't be scared
N**a said that it's up and it's stuck so that shit in the air
We don't shoot in the sky n**a this ain't a flare
Try run up on me we gon leave him right there
Ten Mil gon f**k up his car like a deer
