| Im a drug dealer bitch |
| I deal drugs |
| My niggas ain’t rappers, they the real thugs |
| Maximum capacity is filled up |
| Kill switch on a stick im tryna kill some |
| How you fuckin with them suckas |
| But its still love |
| You dont really love me that ain’t real love |
| If the brick’s sealed up, tell em line it in |
| Ima pay what niggas charging on my mama kids |
| Sacrifise it all when im tryna win |
| Shit dont go as planned we gon try again |
| Run on top op cuz im tryna live |
| And only hell in the shots ima fire ten |
| Head first in the funk, i be diving in |
| So when we finally bump heads know what time it is |
| My name ring bells through the city streets, any friend of mine gon share the |
| same enemy |
| Sacrifise it all when im tryna win |
| If the shit dont go as planned we gon try again |
| Its run on top op cuz im tryna live |
| And the only hell in shots ima fire ten |
| Head first in the funk i be diving in |
| So when we finally bump heads, know what time it is |
| My name ring bells through the city streets, any friend of mine share the same |
| enemy |
| They find the hammer in the car ima take the charge |
| Say that thang mine before i say its ours |
| Told youngin stay in school he tried to say its hard |
| Street shit ain’t what it seem never make it far |
| Prison bars make a man out you little niggas |
| Run on top down a op, kill a nigga |
| Right hand to the sky on the fallen shooters |
| Niggas throw they life away like they ain’t gotta future |
| They find a hammer in the car ima take the charge |
| Ima say that thang mines fore i say its ours |
| Told youngin stay in school he tried to say its hard |
| Street shit ain’t what it seem, you never make it far |
| Prison bars make a man out you little niggas |
| Run on top down a op, tryna kill a nigga |
| Right hand to the sky on the fallen shooters |
| Niggas throw they life away like they ain’t gotta future |
| It is what it is |
| Im gucci though |
| They say the homies woofin on me, niggas goofy though |
| Little iphone 6 is full of nookie hoes |
| Rockin the gucci slippers with my trueies on |
| Hip bone with the tooly on, stewy wit it |
| Attach a bag to his stomach, let him dookie in it |
| But the hood would never be the same without the goonies in it |
| Takin pictures with the suckas you look bootsie in it |
| Sacrifise it all when im tryna win |