Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's the big stepper, 4L reppin' Hit him with a 20-piece ranch, lemon pepper Black L4s, ones dancin' with the devil It's wifey trouble, thought was finna cut her I put out a rubber, opps, tried to slide on my brother Had to up that cutter, when it smoke, we huddle So many shots, damn, they shot each other A-Arts, this the stutter, Draco Brown, look like peanut butter Don't play Tic-Tac-Toe or tit-for-tat Nigga, this ain't that He was talkin' gangsta on them tracks Till I got him whack Glizzy with the switch and niggas flat Ain't no duckin' that Y'all be smokin' Maybelline Opps, we be smokin' fast We be smokin' gang after gang Cock it back and bang 214, well, that's what I claim Let your nuts hang We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains Y'all lil' niggas lame Fell in love with them chopper sounds Walk a flock of flames Slidin', lookin' for the opps They been hidin' I grew up around drugs, sex, and violence We turned off that street, we heard sirens Since a juvenile, I been wildin' Chrome heart jeans got me stylin' Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin' While you was in college, I was robbin' Everybody run to they car You ain't gon' make it that far Walk down with the AR We keep shittin' the street They gon' put it in the bar Y'all niggas talkin' on pillows All my Glocks got dittos Take your bank like CeeLo Draco bite mosquito Y'all niggas coinin' Frito Can't tell you how to shoot Cheetos Y'all be talkin' that rah-rah You ain't finna rah-rah me, though He went against me, he gon' Step on him, I put my feet on him I just made a opp Do the runnin', man Keep a Elfin in my color now Still ain't met a bitch that I cuff again Still ain't met a bitch that I kiss He was talkin' crazy, he got flicked Savage keep a talkin' John Wick Shoot him in the back like he Rick Playin' free tag, niggas it Slidin' Lookin' for the opps, they been Hidin' I grew up around drugs, sex, and Violence We turned off the street, we heard Sirens Since a juvenile, I been Wildin' Chrome heart jeans got me Stylin' Said he wanted smoke, now he Joggin' While you was in college, I was Robbin' Trust you, I'm gon' shoot you