Top 3

[Intro: BandGang Biggs]
C'mon now
(My nigga Rado, good lookin')
Ayy

[Verse 1: BangGang Biggs]
I be on that money like it's runnin' out, shit still printin' (Shit still printin)
I done said fuck the game, I want out, but I'm still in it (Bitch, I'm still in it)
My brother beefin' with these niggas, got me beefin' with 'em (Damn, bro)
But you know it's family over everything, so fuck them niggas (Fuck it)
Ever seen my chain tucked, that's 'cause I'm tryna spin a block (Skrrt, skrrt)
So I give 'em fake names if I get jammed up by the cops (Uh)
Forty loaded up with hollow tips just for an opp (Bitch)
Forty pack a punch, this bitch'll knock you out your socks (Grrat)
Walked in the courtroom wearin' Burberry and Robin jeans (Drippin')
Came home wearing Gucci and Amiri jeans (Still drippin')
Fuck a stylist, bitch, I am a stylist (Yeah)
Fuck accountants, bitch, I'm countin' (Yeah)
Water all over my chest, bitch, I'm drownin' (Water)
Left a boy, came home a man, flipped my ID (Flip it)
Pockets filled with loafs, better not let a nigga try me (At all)
Niggas did an edit on my post, tried to crime me (Tried to crime me out)
Watch these niggas turn into my sons tryna copy (Damn)
Runnin' 'round lookin' like me, tryna rap like me, act like me
Talkin' like me, even told the barber make they hair nappy (What?)
Ayy, for a minute, I was finna change my swag up (Damn)
Then I remembered this the shit that got my bag up (Racks)
Touch who? Crash what? Nigga, I got power (Bitch)
Get the drop, mask up done within an hour (Grrat)
Thinkin' shit sweet, Glock leave a nigga sour (Bah, bah, bah)
Whole world come crashin' down like the Twin Towers

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
Me and Biggs been in the streets since kids, you know how it is
Hole in my fence to get to his, you know we locked in
Play with us and that's the quickest way to get you boxed in
Fuckin' different bitches everyday, can't find a top ten (I can't)
Say you gettin' to the money, better stop it, nigga
I'll pull up, take your profit, you ain't even got a dollar (Godfather)
I'm the one bustin' the Drac' 'cause I love startin' the problems
You ain't never shot a gun in your life, you a coward (You a bitch)
Always one up top in this FN, ain't never gotta cock it (Never do)
If you want a nigga dead, pay the deposit (Pay that shit, nigga)
We gon' hit him in the head, he ain't gon' make it to the doctor, bullets big as rockets
Gun up, you thought you had a score, I can see you plottin'

[Verse 3: OnFully]
Since a kid, I kept a .38, baby, quick to push up on you
Creep no mask and takin' Rollies, shit a little trophy
Hoes wanna fuck up on the crew, don't wanna get to know me (Come here, little bitch)
Pineapple and Wock', I mix that shit up, twenty-four like Kobe
In the kitchen like an engineer, always catch me mixin' somethin'
If you ain't coming with that right price, you ain't getting nothin' (You ain't gettin' shit)
Stop frontin', know I'm in the trenches posted daily (Niggas cap)
If you see me out of town with your bitch, I'm gettin' paper
Know the opps wanna catch me outta bounds, they won't be able
Make him sign out like he get released from a label (Get the fuck on)
Know we keep that baby Draco close by, rock the cradle
Four-five FN, it leave 'em flat like a table