
Lyrics
Yeah
You know we on that loyalty and trust shit, you heard?
Grrt
Lord, Lord
Catch me creepin' with the night crawlers (Yeah)
White haulers, no plumbers, but the pipe on us (Boom)
It's hoody season, all my niggas eatin'
K7 on the couch, now I'm fully sleepin' (Brr)
Big bags for my bredrins
Head spin, niggas hate you like you let the feds in (Fuck 'em)
Baggies gettin' rolled up, black MAC in a red truck (Skrrt)
I'm laughin', but half of these rappers is on snuff
Catch a head wrap, savages clap if you don't duck (Boom, boom)
In Hollywood, I tackle with actors I wan' fuck (Ayy)
Trust on the drum kit, we flush all the bum shit
Dumb quick, I got an eagle eye plus a numb wrist (Yeah)
Gun popper, we got hair like a punk rocker (Punk rocker)
I'm operatin' on these beats, I'm a drunk doctor (Drunk doctor)
Rap mixed with trappin', but lovey, that's a gold mine
Slow grind, pull up with the brr when it's showtime
Killers in the buildin', blowin' choppers with civilians
I did it for my children 'til we sittin' on some millions
Chillin' (Yeah, yup)
I said I did it for my children, now we sittin' on some millions
This one is for my pot burners, glorified block earners
Kick your door for your raw, homie (Boom), we ain't lock turners
Pies with no crust (No), we ride with no bus (Uh-huh)
If they buyin' fifteen, then five is on us (Five is on us)
This one is for my pot burners, glorified block earners
Kick your door for your raw, homie, we ain't lock turners
Pies with no crust (No), we ride with no bus (Yup)
If they buyin' fifteen, then five is on us (Boom)
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