[Intro]
(Elijah, fuck you and your dead homies)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
(OB1)
[Verse]
I’m in a 4 matte black grippin’
The whole gang still with me
A Lot of niggas still bitin’
Lot of my diamonds still bitin’
Fuck around go back to 2016, I’m finna cop me a Breitling
Shit got hard in 2016, I ain’t gon’ lie I ain’t like it
Rockin’ Chrome Hearts like a biker
Real nigga skin a lil’ lighter
Gun on me I ain’t no fighter
Fuck around turn into, (huh)
Fuck around turn to a vet (Huh)
VVS all on my neck (huh)
Fuck around go get a check (huh)
All I really know is flex (huh)
All I know is on sight em
Pops told me one night em
Lot of choppa' shells flyin’
Wet em’ up you can'd dry em
He fucked up don’t try em
Really not too fond of trial
All I ever known is get to the bag
If I told you different, I’d bе lying
If he say he with it then hе lying
They be like Iayze ain’t crippin’ he be lying
All of that sneaky talking a waste of time
I went and Count me a thousand
Count me a thousand
And count me another thousand (uh)
Catch em and then we drown em (uh)
Stand over clown em (huh)
Leave him where we found him (huh)
Send him to his maker (huh)
How we do a hater, (huh)
Gotta black beam Darth Vader
I put the forgies’ on it, I’ma skater
Fuck around drop the top and upgrade it
Fuck around Ball out like a Laker
I’m going all out just to say it
I’m going all out just to say it
I’m tryna call out that I Made it (Made It)