[Verse]
I tell lil' bro, "This your mission"
I'm tellin' lil' bro, "Go ahead, get it"
I know my n***a got a Tris obsession
Shots flyin', now they countin' they blessings
I can't hold my n***as back 'cause they don't listen
They keep talkin' on shit that ain't really they business
I got some hoes on standby they pendin'
I caught a hoe ass n***a, now he limping (Buh, buh-buh)
Clean the floor just to catch bro slippin' (Slippin')
Ducked off and then ran my digits (My digits)
I got a foreign ho and she say she pretty (Flrrr, yeah)
Glock 9 with a beam in the Bentley (Yeah, buh)
X brick 'cause I love that feeling
Racks hit, hell yeah I feel it

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