[Intro]
(Damn, Jayy, this sh*t hard)
(IMixNation for real)
[Chorus]
My hands sticky from the residue
I'm still on the green box posted
Hit my phone if you need to get 1 for the 2
My ni**as steppers, we marchin' like troops
ni**a, I'm forever hustlin', b*tch, I'm thuggin'
I won't let them play me like a fool
b*tches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T
I catch that pack like wide receiver
Trap out the house, makin' plays off a beeper
I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' yo' people
Can't leave the house without my pole, b*tch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick
Streets fu*ked up, but that monеy my b*tch
[Verse 1]
Got a girl, I'm in love with my Glock
The clip is extеnded, got thirty-two shots
Close up, he got hit with thirty-two shots
Overkill, I'm tryna make the boy rot
I know they don't give a fu*k 'bout me anyway
I could get hit, they could step on me any day
But I got thirty-five shots in this mini Drac'
If he piss, these bullets, they penetrate
ni**a, what the fu*k you talkin' 'bout? I be
Might just run up in yo' house, I might
Bring them fu*kin' choppers out
R4Z, b*tch, we known to run a route
What the? Mask on
Ready to hit a ni**a with that, uh, uh
Gloves on, ready to up that chop' and let that, uh
Tracfone, ready to make that call and end that
b*tch, my back strong, I'ma drop that, gon' go get that
[Bridge]
I'm a cash bandit
I'ma get that money, then go feed my family
These pussy ni**as super sweet, just like a piece of candy
I fu*ked that b*tch one time then disappear, now she can't stand me
[Chorus]
My hands sticky from the residue
I'm still on the green box posted
Hit my phone if you need to get 1 for the 2
My ni**as steppers, we marchin' like troops
ni**a, I'm forever hustlin', b*tch, I'm thuggin'
I won't let them play me like a fool
b*tches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T
I catch that pack like wide receiver
Trap out the house, makin' plays off a beeper
I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' yo' people
Can't leave the house without my pole, b*tch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick
Streets fu*ked up, but that money my b*tch
[Verse 2]
G Star on my jeans, I'm a gangster
You know we in the streets, my ni**as plugged in like cable
Really posted in the 6, but I ain't talkin' 'bout Decatur
My ni**as really in the streets makin' transactions like a waiter
Hit the plug like, "What's the drop?" See what them prices like
He lookin' sweet, the price is right
If he don't go, he gotta die
You know me, I'm ready to roll that dice
You know me, I'm ready to go that night
You know me, I'm ready to blow on sight
Chopper might make a fu*k ni**a beg for his life
I'm ready to bang with a gun in my right, be quiet
[Chorus]
My hands sticky from the residue
I'm still on the green box posted
Hit my phone if you need to get 1 for the 2
My ni**as steppers, we marchin' like troops
ni**a, I'm forever hustlin', b*tch, I'm thuggin'
I won't let them play me like a fool
b*tches tell me I'm the G.O.A.T
I catch that pack like wide receiver
Trap out the house, makin' plays off a beeper
I don't know y'all, I ain't servin' yo' people
Can't leave the house without my pole, b*tch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm in the hood, I'ma trap with a stick
Streets fu*ked up, but that money my b*tch