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[Verse]
Bitch, I walk outside the bank with my F and N on me
And I'm cooling in the trap, smoking on your dead homies
Feeling like a baker, way I keep a lot of bread on me
Got this four-five in my pocket, bitch, I got that lead on me
Better stop it 'fore I'm popping out your brain
Hella shooters in the cut, bitch, we about to hit a stain
Nigga, that is not your homie, get caught up, you take the blame
Nigga think the shit a joke till I hit him with the flame
We gon' hop out, bitch, we rock out, grab the TEC, I'm finna pop out
One, two, three, game
That's a knockout when my nigga pull the Glock out
Your bitch praise me like the Pope, aiming down with my scopе
If a nigga talking down, we gon' hang him like a rope
Truеs on, you rocking Levi's, bullets flying out the Chevy
If a nigga talking down, let him know these bullets heavy
There ain't nothing you can tell me
Fuck with me and shit get deadly when I'm cocking back the semi
Pussy nigga want some smoke, then come with it
Boy, watch your back
AK Bullets, they gon' knock out your fitted, turn you to a pack
Can't go inside if my gang can't go in with it, 'cause I don't lack
Thought he was a bro, but that boy turned to a villain, I'm on his ass

[Outro]
Bitch, I walk outside the bank with my F and N on me
And I'm cooling in the trap, smoking on your dead homies
Feeling like a baker, way I keep a lot of bread on me
Got this four-five in my pocket, bitch, I got that lead on me