This is a L beat, aw man

Time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets

Aye Bibby, let′s kill shit broskiWhat you wanna do?

It's whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit

I′ma come around and clean that shit up

Let's get it

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide

When it′s drama time

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin′

Leave his loved ones all traumatized

150, I'm really with′ it

I'll drop his ass and then forget it

I′m the man round my side of town

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

Lil' Bibby on the track with me

One mistake and he clap 50

When I hit the scene, hoes go insane

′Cause they know a nigga got them racks with me

No velcro but the strap with me

Let a nigga wanna act silly

I'ma let it off and then leave him there

Ride off and don't even care

Bitch, I cash out ′til I pass out

Got a couple trues I don′t even wear

In the game bitch I do my thang

Hoes scream my name, I ain't even there

Lil Herb boy I do′s this

Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit

And I make bands like I make friends

Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool shit

But now it's back to some killa shit

Got some wild hoes that′ll drill a bitch

Yeah, it's no limit, 30 years runnin′

30 years gunnin' and we still the shit

I never run 'cause I stay to fight

I′ll cook a nigga like steak and rice

And it′s hella real in the battlefield

Gangbang gotta pay the price

Hit a nigga with the 45th

Bet it make his ass do 40 flips

M-O-B I don't love a hoe

I′ma be this way 'til I′m 46

Matter of fact 'til a nigga die

Smoke kush blunts ′til a nigga cry

And I never feed off another man

'Cause I understand how a nigga lie

Never snitch on a nigga dry

Yeah, that's how a nigga die

Got a yellow bitch in the passenger

She gon′ suck and fuck if I get her high

If I do the dash then my whip will fly

Foreign shit what a nigga ride

I ain′t never snoozin', let a nigga try

Got the nine Luger on a nigga side

Lil′ Bibby, no limit

Yeah, I'm all about that sack bitch

My young niggas they clap shit

Let the MAC spit, we whack shit

Weezy in that cut

With that nina that′s that black bitch

Rico wanna' get ′em I'm like, "Cuz, man, I got this"

Shootin' shit, hittin′ shit, four five extended clip

Y′all be on that snitchin' shit and y′all know what snitches get

No limit shit, we with the shits, I'm focused on gettin′ rich

M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch

Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water whippin' shit

Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it with′ the fork

Straight drop no shorts, shooters on and off the court

Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse

Yeah, I'm 'bout that, rollin′ up that loud pack

Catch me lackin′? I doubt that

'Cause I never leave without that

And that′s real shit, got real hitters, they kill shit

You fuck around hit the kill switch

These hollow tips you feel this

And I'm tryna get real rich

′Cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit

Nobody never gave me shit

Like Bibby hop on this remix

That′s five hundred, no free shit

'Cause I'm hot and I do this shit for my block

I got 30 off in that Glock, have my nina give you top

Bodies gon′ drop and we ain′t gon' stop, R.I.P Roc

Catch a few ops, send a few shots

Might hit a few blocks, fuck a few thots

I need two mill′, might seem like a lot

But I spit straight drop so it's really not

My team gon′ eat, R.I.P. to police

Fake niggas don't speak, cop killers in the heat

Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski