Intro(Make It Out) Video (MV)

I don't give a f*ck about a Nigga or his bitch Nigga
This year you might be in trouble
If I run up Six figures
Have you ever had like Six pistols
Three Six mafia how I stay fly
Rolled a Six gram backwood
You know a nigga stay high
Yeah We get Niggas gone
No opp I can not stand by
We'll turn the score into a landslide
Think you steppin
We gon blow like landmines
Glocky with me
You know that draccy be on standby
Drop the lo
Put blues on you now I'm crippin
You Niggas be in hoes tea More than Lipton
Get on bullshit With this Glock
This 23 hold a Scottie pippen
Switchy tear off a limb
Boy yo ass gon get a whoopin
Smokin fat woods ima stoner
She a bad bitch I'm gon promoter
Streets colder than her shoulder
Ran up some pape as I got a lil older
Still a slide to block early morning Like its folgers
We be in the lab
Practicing more than coaches
Party on a yacht She still drive a boat
I like her swag
She put on a lil coach
These niggas bugs
Serving white like lil roach
I gotta GD homie
When he see me it ain't no lil folks
That Glock 17 I tote swear I'll blow
This life shit real and they don't even know
F*ck the internet
See me thuggin in the show me
Saying you know me
You don't know me
Looking at the motion
Seeing who told on bro
I was like know he didn't
He lost his thug to a sentence
He wrote with a pen
Diamond out the rough a nigga been a gem
Put them pounds on Moving weight I might need a gym
Look at bitch and say I'm Him
In the field Dunkin'(Duncan) shit
With my killa like luh Tim