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Lil Tjay, Polo G, Fivio Foreign

Lyrics

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Tahj Money

Dmac on the fucking track

Bordeaux and Non Native

I'm the one tried to make a way when we was strugglin'

I remember rain, sleet or snow, I was hustlin'

Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government

Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga I ain't tusslin'

Catfish, he don't really know who he fuckin' with

Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it

Had the undertaker at your tombstone shovelin'

Hell yeah, hollows 'bout to chew 'em like some Doublemint

Made it out the field with some niggas I was thuggin' with

We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin'

I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it

Tryna make a flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan

Old bitch is trippin', cut her off like a Backwood

Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood

Killers anonymous, black mask and black hoods

Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good

I feel like the man of the hour (I do)

This gun on me (gun on me), I'm demandin' the power

He never talk to my face (nah), your man is a coward (ayy, uh, uh)

Go looking for him every hour, uh

I remember nights in the tower (I do)

She suckin' my dick out the shower

Tell her be quiet, she told me fuck her even louder (ayy, ayy, uh)

Paid now (paid now), feet up (feet up)

All of your sneakers is beat up (they are)

Percocet (Percocet), geek up (geek up)

We see the police and we speed up

Uh, yeah, look, they try to catch us and link us (they tryna catch us and link us)

Uh, yeah, they tryna find us (they tryna find us) but they don't know where to meet us

She wanna chill with me and all my niggas (she do)

She get extra freaky off the liquor, uh

She told us that she got a man

So we extra sneaky when I'm with her

She a lil' bad broad (huh)

She wanna go mad far

Fivio Foreign in a fast car

I'm in a fast car, uh

Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same

Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain

Tryna go out like a vet in the game

Put respect on my name

No security, I flex with gang

I'm a real one

Reminiscin' about all my decisions

Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field dumb

Couple niggas disrespected, we done killed them

Keep a shooter, they don't see he my lil' one

30 shots, we ain't into using lil' guns

Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son

Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some

Put the glizzy to your melon make you feel dumb

Headshot, all black he don't feel nothin'

Couple hollows to his back, we done filled 'em

Headshot, or a life long sentence

What you need for them to label you a real one

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