Mm (thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man) What up, Jxlan? Uh, huh, Da Realest Huh, alright It's 7 in the AM, we still rappin' It's like seven niggas in there right now that'll wrap you like a package The boys askin' questions, I got five words, I don't know what happened Took her to my home, we made it run, I should've been a batter Because I cracked the bitch Tell 'em I ain't backin' in until the backend in And if I put it on her, I promise that bitch gon' be back again I'ma go wherever I wanna, nigga, I ain't gotta do no tappin' in Rich dumb shit, gang just called me, say he smacked the Benz On my soul, it only take one call to bring them smackers in My bitch just asked me 'bout a bitch, I hit her with the Mike Jackson stance I wasn't sayin' nothin' Gen4, Gen5, they both got a button Two cars and they supercharged, they both over a hundred It's me and bro, we finna go, that's why we left 'em runnin' Caught dog with no pole, don't post a video from when we jumped him Damn Told my nephew: Don't do no bullshit 'cause I'll whack your uncle I ain't talkin' 'bout myself, I'm talkin' 'bout my brother My other brother, wait, that's my brother son One day I spanked a nigga with my brother gun Disappointed in my uncle son, I seen my cousin run My other uncle sung, I hope somebody cut his fuckin' tongue Out his fuckin' mouth, run in the fuckin' house In my bitch mama crib like Rick James, bitch, fuck your couch In the studio without no drank, I'm finna fuckin' bounce Pull up on a ho, get the face, then I fuck and bounce It's me and Fxce in a– I'm finna bounce out it The AK made his car look like he got hydraulics I'm off painkillers, drank, Black and Milds, and antibiotics If a nigga take your chain off your neck, is you gon' die 'bout it? Is you gon' slide 'bout it? Is you gon' ride 'bout it? A nigga spank your damn brother, you gon' cry 'bout it? You not gon' get no get-back? I drunk twelve eights of Quay, this not no motherfuckin' six-pack I drunk a six-pack, that's why I'm gettin' fat I been outside so long, bitch, I'm gettin' Black You ain't been outside enough, boy, you gettin' pale Now you care about your kids when you in jail, you must be finna tell You know they got a free bed for you and like three meals? Finna re-up with the label, told Ghazi I need three million I need three M's The Glocky go with everything, it's like some wheat Timbs In the 'Rari, if they get behind me, they gon' eat shit With some fine shit, real thick, and she only open her mouth when it's time for her to– Hah, eat dick, she off that G6 Know I got that pole, AR on like I'm Nesmith He don't wanna leave his home, call lil bro, he gon' bring tents They gon' camp out there so long until he leave his crib Why I keep on goin' to jail, I don't know Bullets big as hell, please don't go to hell 'bout a ho, like Is you gon' die 'bout it? Is you gon' cry 'bout it? If they ask your ass you popped him, is you gon' lie 'bout it? Huh Okay, that bitch a 'Cat, but is it wide-body? If I hit him on the side of his scalp, did I side part it? Her pussy smell like sex, should I MyChart her? The owner caught us in the Scat, he said: Hey, that's my Charger Buckshots in the shotgun, this a street sweeper I bang bang and pour eights of Wock' in small pops, bitch, I– I Chief Keef it I had a drank plug, I let Lil E meet him Ayy, Fxce, remember when I tried to buy that Glock off you? We hit his car so many fuckin' times we knocked the top off it (thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man) I shot him in his arm, knocked the watch off it We just poured an eight in here, how much this pop cost us? This is not a ghost gun, I just scratched Glock off it The red came in a glass bottle like some Voss water One day, I got fired from my job, I hit the boss daughter I told the doc I need some drank to get this cough out me If a nigga shoot your brother in his face, is you gon' walk 'bout it? Is you gon' hop out the fuckin' car and walk down him? Like why the fuck you whisperin' in my ear? You need to talk louder Fah-fah, frr-frr-frr, fah-fah-fah One day, we had a shootout just like that on my mama block He robbed a nigga in front of his dukes' crib and got his mama shot How about the first time I used a rubber, damn condom popped Anaconda Glock, I'll slime you out Go get some motherfuckin' get-back, what you cryin' 'bout?