Hey, T -Mac. T -Mac.
Damn, fool.
Try me, catch me at the first.
Chopper so big that he reverse.
I'ma draw down on you and your partner so perfect.
You gon' think this shit will hurt.
I can speed the verse, cocaine under the repercussions.
Hip -hip -clips are rushin', blood is rushin'.
Call it, Swiss account, so you know my cocks are Tuscan.
Sad and rough skin, you dumb about.
Black Cush, put it in the L.
Black meat cover up the living room chair.
Chinchilla cover up my mouth over there.
West side, I can make a killin' over there.
East side, I can't pimp without Slim.
Sporty on deck, can't kill him without him.
Three crazy, front pocket on bill.
Kickin' my top, jet coolin', bout to smoke another.
Kickin' my feet up, young, young Gito.
Proudly rollin' with your homie.
Now all these folk got something to say
about where I be and where I go.
I heard niggas were lookin' for me.
Where I go, where I go.
Where I go, where I go.
Where I go, where I go.
Where I go, where I go.
Proudly with your bitch.
Bitch, black, can't fit up in the seat.
Found a whole block, get you two -pipers, ooh.
Found a whole band, made the AP glitch.
She don't wanna f*** me, she wanna f*** my wrist.
Tell the lady on Joe, f*** that bitch.
Bought a 357, went back to the neighborhood,
bought that bitch.
Them niggas better gone with the bus and ship.
I said 50, they ain't empty out another.
I'm west side, ridin' my hoops still.
On the phone, seein' where my little cousin live.
I'm on the south side right now.
Ain't nothin' in the world but some dope,
and some tools.
Hey my nigga, we so deep,
so don't even if it ain't on me,
I'm strapped like a fool.
I know niggas that couldn't work.
Bitch, ride with boop like it's no risk.
Buddy, yeah, he caught two.
On some muff muff folk.
So they knew, so they G -ing,
just to f*** with me.
Ten years in the game, still a rookie to me.
You don't like what I'm saying?
Hey, I'm here to see your thing right now.
You ain't gotta look for me.
I'm made for this.
Steak and lobster, my table's this.
Been kickin' this flavor s***.
No LaCoste, but this Gator.
Joe is my brother from another mother.
We made it clear.
And me and Slim from Decatur.
With us, get your taters split.
I spit rhymes like I'm 6ix9ine and my taters six.
These pricks tryin' to depict lines.
Click trying to portray this s***.
Big time, don't play with this.
I got six when I click, man.
Your whole clique, Arcadian.
We the 300.
If you want them, better come and get them.
It's pimpin' here.
I ain't no babysitter.
I got 30 shoes with Gator in them.
So Lain, go out there for the limelight.
What you heard?
That s*** will get them f****** bandwagon.
Yeah, I don't love that.
Yeah, I don't love that.
Yeah, I don't love that.
She couldn't catch a ripple still.
She want more.
After the show.
I hang out with my mother for defending me.
I say more.
T .I. sent me a song.
He said, OG.
Murk that.
Murk that.
He said it real familiar.
And it was real familiar.
So I lit up that.
Heard that.
Heard that.
Give a f***.
That was a.
Give a s***.
Some a.
Give a damn.
Here I am.
You looking for me.
Yeah, I don't love that.
