(Enrgy made this one)

Do you hear that? (aldn)

That′s, that's what real niggas sound like

Yeah, I got him mad, look at his face, he look like Darth Maul

Ringin′ up my brothers, I'm the one that made them shots call

Gettin' paper, it stay in my hands, I feel like St. Paul

Said he wouldn′t tell and then he did, and that′s his damn fault

My money on Eiffel Tower, bitch, you know it stand tall

Been off of my phone, get in that bag, bitch, I don't need calls

If I ain′t make like $5K in a day, bitch, I get withdrawals

Niggas tried to hold me down, well, now they got me pissed off

Know some brothers that do drills and they don't do construction

I know some brothers with them sticks, and thеy don′t play percussion

My brodie, shh, he keep that 'K and it might gеt to bustin′

You fuck with gang, I hope you know you suffer repercussions

My pens and words are fucking weapons of that mass destruction

Run in that show and made it jump, them bitches double-dutchin'

My brodie really keep that 'K and he not even Russian

I′m in his city tryna slide but I know that he duckin′

Man, got me pissed off

Bro hand up on the trigger, ready right to let that bitch off

Word to my boy Chris, that chopper made him dance like TikTok

Casio all up on my wrist, might go bust down the G-Shock

Brodie keep that .19 on, he ride 'round with that G-lock

What they say? They spot ′em, then they got 'em, made him beatbox

Latina girls in my DM′s, got me a mamacita

If you had the life I'm livin′, this shit loco, momma mia, ooh

Talk about my brothers and my family, we shoot from the paint

Hooded up, black fit on my body like Kevin Durant

I ain't perfect, I done did some shit, bitch, I am not a Saint

Lost some brothers on the fuckin' way and that shit brought me pain

Bail out any of my brothers or the fucking gang

Steppin′ on me, I know no niggas gon′ tuck the chain

The hardest that's comin out of Indi′, you gon' know the name

Told brodie, "Kick the cup," but he can′t stop sippin' up on the drank

Hands on, I′m the type to pick the soccer ball up

Hop out and walk 'em down, we finna pop 'em all up (brrt)

Sick, he think he shinin′, he done went and copped some Palm Buffs (bitch)

Face card scorchin′, I don't really shop at malls much (woo)

Ha-ha, look, hot as fuck like I′m stuck in the microwave (damn)

Finna maximize the hit with this micro K (brrt)

Tryna hit the top, you gon' have to fight your way (where?)

Tie him up and leave his body, shit, the psycho way

Tryna check this profile credit, what GEICO say? (What?)

You ain′t tough, snatch your wood, then light your way

Lil' pups aim for your ankles, we gon′ bite your face

Yeah, with these .223s (brrt)

Had the Vs back to back, you know these ain't no Jubilees

Tryna race with Mr. Vroom-And-Zoom, I guess that you will see

That you can't catch up

You sippin′ Jabba the Hutt, I got a red cup, no cap

Yeah, I got him mad, look at his face, he look like Darth Maul

Ringin′ up my brothers, I'm the one that made them shots call

Gettin′ paper, it stay in my hands, I feel like St. Paul

Said he wouldn't tell and then he did, and that′s his damn fault