Zaytoven

Where would I be without rap Nobody really knows

Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes but we wasn't really bros

We was tryna impress them h*es kept us on our toes

I had 25 in high school like I'm Derrick Rose

I had a Glock when I met Pistol P that's on my soul

Hat always cocked back to the left 'cause I grew up with the moes

And I was thuggin' hard with shawty like I'm one of the 4s

I had some shootouts with my bronem I had to give it and go

Sh t got hot we start swapping most of 'em still got one of the old ones though

Might hang that b tch in a frame for show

That's the one that my big bro used to throw

We ain't learn how to blow in no range no

Pop out flame out the Wrangler door

Might could've blew out my brains though

N ggas must ain't got no aim no more

N ggas left me in the rain some more

I found some gold in the rainbow though

They say I got money and changed the most

Please don't forget I'm still dangerous though

Still'll walk up on a stranger though

Gangster sh t run in my veins for sure

I wanna change 'em though

Know how to channel my anger though

Oh we ain't gone save 'em no

Where his hood at We gon' name him though

Oh yeah I'm famous so

None of my killers want payment though

Oh we ain't 'posed to be bangin' no

Me and my n ggas we hangin' though

Oh I don't wanna be slangin' d**e

This pistol don't ever stop rangin' though

Ayy I don't panic

Whips be panoramic

I was sellin' d**e at my granny's

Xanny's yeah I need a Grammy oh

Need another big a*s mansion uh

Big yard big a*s hammock uh

Wrist all wet Atlantic

B tch it's big bucks no whammies

My b tch need attention she bad as fxck

And she got lips like Angela

You know a young n gga done ran it up

D**n I could buy her a phantom huh

Where that come from That was random huh

Die for respect I demand it

I was dead broke now I'm rich can't stand it

Tell me why n ggas hate Randy

G Herbo fxck n ggas can't stand me huh

Worth a couple mil I'm branded uh

Special n gga 'cause I'm left handed huh

N ggas namin' sh t I had it

I ran through that sack like I must've forgot it

I helped n ggas out when I should've bought a Patek

They sneak diss a lot but they don't want no static

You savages should be no rumor you ratted

I bought my first pipe cuzzo said I could have it

At G Fazo house me and in the attic

Kay Fazo was here used to sit and imagine

Then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin'

Ladders and horses and carriages you know we clappin' sh t

Opps we embarrass 'em ayy

We ain't gon' hop out no caravan ayy

Foenem might fire up yo' cameraman ayy

Real street n ggas I represent

Long live Bapo and Hellabandz

Ain't nothin' but trappers and bappers in here

Who the fxck let all these rappers in

We ain't with none of that chitchat uh uh

You ain't never hear no click clack

Shawty 'n' 'em ready to kidnap somethin'

Send his arm home in a gift wrap for 'em

Push a n gga s**t back some

Homie 'n' 'em might want some get back for 'em

We finna slide tonight heard his homie 'n' 'em tryna have a kickback for 'em

Broski the driver got my window rolled down in the rear back some

Just havin' fun that's the type of sh t I did I was young

I shed a tear for my young n gga I kill for my son

And before I met him I was numb

Let a n gga feel my drum

A lot of n ggas think I'm dumb

I'ma just let 'em think what they want

They probably think I'm a punk

N ggas probably really think I ain't gon' dump

I'm the type to let 'em front

Leave a n gga a*s all in Nieman slumped uh

After I feed a n gga hollow tips I need a blunt

Sick and tired of smokin' all this Gelato sh t I need some Runtz

Finna get another 150 charm real quick I need a font

40 thousand go out every first of the month

Just for livin' always been that n gga so you never could front

Just be consistent

Pulled up on some flexin' sh t like Yeah b tch we did it

Add up these digits

Naw not that that's just a lil' million

Uh uh