I know some niggas who ain't die off of fentanyl
They died off of fitting in
They joined City Trends
He wanna be a king but he can't turn from boy to men
Im deep inside her kitty cat, she in my lion's den
Now we gone do this one by one, who should i name first
I guess ill start off wit myself I know my own worth
Im fresh to death now, I'm clean, I came up out the dirt
Im hanging wit a gang of wolves like I'm lil dirk
Now number 3, we gone keep it cool, f*ck they hot girl summer
F*cked her mean, she got attitude, but i ain't talkin' 'bout Nona
Don't hit my line if i ain't in the mood, her period off im still on her
I got drip on and she fully nude, sweet talker, I'm from California
He shoulda been second, but that was way too obvious
I keep it silent too, he had a bad lil jawn wit' him
I like the Rolex, the AP way more fire'er
Make her grab her sattle, she aint no Bronc she cain't een ride for ya
Broads in Atlanta, come from St. Thomas
Black and white like panda, he tryna f*ck wit Ryleigh
Ion know if he bang, we call him number 5, he ain't our blood tho
Keep the 9 on em, he ain't Rajon, why would he run tho
Y'all drawn but y'all ain't Drew, y'all ain't number 10
This ain't got nun to do wit flu, where the hell is Tim
We call him Nic, but he ain't Saban, he ain't in the field, he inside the gym
High flyer Ife, that young nigga play above the rim
I tried to milk the game, I think thats somethin' you should know (Sanoh)
I came from rock bottom I think thats how I got my flow
I call my dawg Pointer's ion even call him bro
Number 22, keep the Duece Duece(.22), on the low
Like I'm Ant McCall put on for Philly, he talk wit a Philly accent
JT what cologne came out, cus I know that ain't no axe scent
Double R, I want the Double ЯR, let's go double our...money 'til the sun ain't out
I'm tryna bring these racks in
All 7 days a Week i f*ck wit Tyriek
He the type to blow the block down, we call him Big Riq
This the Last Chance U got, you ain't JT
Y'all niggas aint Poppin' shit, y'all aint OG