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[Verse 1]
Jumpsuit at Patakiâs fresh home, but focus
Hopeless, finding out ways to where that coke is
Told him smoke this, gave him that like hold this
Me and LeBron meet you at the mall for this road trip
In and out every bank hit, every route, make sure
Correct them out canât lie, check the account
For my dogs they need burners I gave them out
Broke some laws but beat the murders, I paid it out
Helped them out if you tough, why yelling shot
When they killed Ricky you turned in the tray, like let him out
Gut the lock, set the film box, I set him out
Miss sugar hill posted in a Jag but mellowed out
When niggas yo muscle they take advantage of it
Beefing with them they think you ainât gonna make the sandwich of em
Everything ainât a movie, make sure the cameraâs covered
Lift the Uzi before I be another Kaniko
[Hook x2]
If we ainât got it, we get it
You got it, letâs get it
Who got him to get it
âCause they got him they get it
Every shot that we sending
We hot or we winning
This ainât no bullshit, nigga
This a full clip
[Verse 2]
We ainât got it, we get it, you ainât got it, we get it
If we got it this caddy, get in, lil momma, we livinâ
Handing out exquisite whips while you hopping them relics
Savage, hook this with the dent youâve been popped for a minute
Dig it? You ainât never lived by the law of the streets
Lieutenant, what you ever did to record you a beat
The lyrics? The definition of talking is cheap
I live it, thatâs why you bitch keep my songs on repeat
Capish Iâm in your party, give me ten feet
Before I pull off with your bobby in a Benz G
Your boobie know Iâm hotter than the Benz seats
You couldnât move me with a Martin Luther King speech
Sheesh, I got a fever with the lyrics, you can see it âcause itâs vivid
They believe it when I spit it, nigga
You niggas donât see it, Iâm a menace
I used to hold the block, I canât see it in a minute
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
You ainât âbout it to live it
You a coward, forget it
Talking powder, Iâm with it
Hand me a pot in the kitchen
Haters probably bitching
Yeah, they probably pitching
Drag it down, nigga, go find a brick
Lying down for ringing, the iron loud
I gotta bang Iâm like Johnny Yang from Chinatown
I âbout to bang like I gotta drink to quiet down
Iâm at the same, different kind of mink, thatâs lighter brown
Iâm known to test shoot, 38 hold the special
Live like a Soprano, no listen like Tony nephew
But fold up 12 joints, thereâs four left, more or less
Iâm posting the ave and go text
Thinking the L, fly nigga for real
Sick of being your average why nigga was ill
Quicker with the ratchet, never mind the steel
Iâm going for your watch so I got time to kill
[Hook x2]