Duh!

I didn't even know Count on my paper while I'm counting on my blessings Fuck about all haters, swear to God I learned my lesson Fucking on this little bad bitch I met in Texas You see my nigga's dressing?

He's steady progressing Back to back, two-level trust, that's how we on it Catch his ass

Creep up on them early morning.

Ayo, hit the lights.

Watch me hop up out this phone.

Woken down so you know it's me.

You see the pointers.

It's Money Team.

We in this bitch and there ain't no lightin' up Come and get your bitch, I brought my session, she keep sweatin' up You takin' pictures, the eyes stickin' near ahead of us But they don't know to get they down, we gotta get next to her Hey, back to back, it's me and Twin We ain't layin' down, hey, watch this door I think that lil' bitch tryna set us up Text her on my car so when we bend, they don't know it's us Nigga, I'll give a headshot to my friend if he fallin' up But it's in my city, nigga, put that on bro and them When you see that demon on that chain, that's when you know it's him When you hear that fa-fa-fa, that's when you know it's Twin When you hear that shh-shh

That's when you know he dead.

I had his on my figgy.

There ain't no money on my head.

Caught him out that light like, well, nigga, what you say?

John Ion is kind.

He spread off with a head brat.

Casino, we get life if we get caught up in the facts.

Cops behind us.

Ain't no trying, ain't no lacking, ain't no tweaking with the sack Ain't no skimming when these bullets get to squeezing up the sack I'm from the city, keep you busy, if it's rainy, you get wet He a stain, he get scratched Next day I hit bro long like, what you want?

He finna slide through Say he finna hit the mall, shit, I'm finna slide too Tell him that I'm hungry, but I ain't weighing, let's hit the drive-thru

Order a number nine, I got something from my side, boo.

Now we back up on the road, in the traffic jam.

Looking at this one car like I know this shit from Instagram.

But the car turned it, so I scroll down my page.

Knew who he was with, but I can't find out her name But I know she be with Keisha in them picture-streaming gang And that dark-skinned bitch with the long brain So I go to Keisha's page, get to scrollin' real quick Get to lookin' for this bitch that was posted with this whip Still scrollin' to her gram, then I seen the Hit her ad name, shit, I couldn't believe it That's that same black tenant out suburban When the lights hit green, bro, it's curtains Put a switchy on

Get up close, we better not miss.

Okay, it's Lenny, huh?

Let's tell the truth, cannot know shit.

Turn the city up.

I turn that shit up when they get lit.

When they get busy, huh?

Make sure you go and get your stick.