[Intro]
Like, like, like
All these n***as already
TAKENFORGRANTED

[Chorus]
Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah, woah
I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus]
I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no
Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think the Lord)
I never switch up on my n***as, don't know what I'd do without 'em, huh, huh
N***as, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh, huh

[Verse]
N***as, they talk that gunning shit but we know shooters move in silence, huh, huh
I roll with n***as on parole and n***as that's promoting violence, huh, huh
I let the whip get polished while lil momma give a n***a knowledge, huh, huh
I never wondered, but I took that work and put inside the college (huh-huh)
I'm thinking 'bout coppin' a Mazi truck, in the booth, I run out with a lot of bucks
If you ain't 'bout your bread, you can't rock with us, pussy n***a, you broke, get your pockets up
Haters, they sneak dissing, shots at us, I'm about to just fucking some commas up
Shit, I might get my side bitch an Aston Martin, man, I just did a show at the fucking Garden
The whip is so hard but the guts is soft, still eat a plate on my auntie porch
Coroner promised on the tallest building, n***as swerving a six, yeah, without the ceiling
Thirty plus, getting top, that's an awesome feeling, if he hated before, I do not forgive him
Do it all for my dawgs that's just down in prison, finna be in this 'Rarri just counting chicken
[Chorus]
Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah, woah
I seen my uncle whip some chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus]
I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no
Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think the Lord)
I never switch up on my n***as, don't know what I'd do without 'em, huh, huh
N***as, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh, huh

[Chorus]
Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah, woah
I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah, woah