Go
Go
Bitch, it's Rags, nigga
Big KTB, shit, strike it with me
Uh, uh, uh
Sliding the strike right now, I'm teed
Bro off percs, now I'm off lean
I want Glocks and bro want fns
We switchin' them up for the rainy days
Bounce out the car with a coat and some jeans
When I cope with them bodies, I pour up some lean
Dracy kept up dumping and tore up his spleen
Bitch, I got pints, you know what I'm serving
I'm a nine-to-five trapper, bitch, I'm workin
Ian have shit when I got rakz, I splurged it
Bro nem be killin, but on purpose
Niggas be slidin, slidin' with no purpose
She eat dick, but no purpose
I don't buy green or yellow, I purp it
Uh, uh, uh, kick my feet up on her ass
I'm ridin' around with cash, Glocks and mags
I need more bags
Saddy dumped another yerky and I just poured more red
I told risker pass that fn fn
I'm tryn slide put belt on some ass
We in the car, four deep
Music on blast, it ain't no peep
We bout to slide and niggas don't peep
Bounce out the car, me and gang don't creep
We make noise and get real loud
We sound like the end of the world on the scene
I can't close my eyes
Cause every time I close my eyes, they in my dreams
I can't f*ck the thots
Every time I f*ck the thots, they want some green
I can't drop a dot
Only time I drop a dot is when I'm off that scene
They don't know where I be
I be way, way, out the way, tryna sip my lean
You ain't see what I see
Cause if you had seen what I see
You wouldn't wanna dream