I know 962 reasons why you can't come up east We can donate chypes, I know it's thick on sweeping off the streets BST the streets, they know we get money and killin' weak All my opps is rappers, ain't on, they tryna kill a beat G-Skin on the 7-line Jeep with a sword against us, burning bridges In the middle, get left in the river, glistening with the switches It take like 4 seconds to shoot 50 They refresh they Insta, hope to see me dead, I gone to prison But I'm freshening all my pictures, icy like December When I'm sliding with my d**k, we don't see our opps and drop the window We gon' hop out, get them down, your fastest man out when it's semi We in parties tripping, please don't walk up asking for no pictures I turned up to the city, all the killers wanna lock in with me They see boppings, don't spin it, see your big dawgs don't spin it Big bro pop them slows and get on board with his chopper And we don't shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your momma And we still throw up C's for con gang, home of the robbers And n****s know they gambling with they life coming down popular And I drop off that guala, make them come knock off your pasta And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners And A.I. with the stockers, shoot it steady when you pop it And I always been bout money, I always been broke all outside of here Ain't just opps keep getting hit with shots like it's they big day Surround myself with sharpshooters who don't pass to they teammates The island where it's violent, act like you don't know where we stay We back to back in Elays, tryna make sure you get cremated A auction for them bodies, so far I done be at the highest I flew out to Cali, met a man with options of exotic I'm silent and I'm solid, make most n****s take a liking We already like vikings, banging two straps like we f***ing driving On the highway, it's pounds exotic by the tire Yo Gotti came and snatched me out the jungle with the lions It wasn't too hard to find me, looking for the diamonds and choppers He had cheetah shiners, young n****s who shoot, we used to rock it Big bro pop them slows and get on board with his chopper So you don't shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your mama And we still throw up seeds for con gang, home of the robbers And n****s know they gambling with they life coming down popular And I drop off that guala, make them come knock off your pasta And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners And A.I. with the stockers, shoot it steady when you popping And I always been bout money, I always been broke all outside of here