[Intro]
That's what I thought you said. Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang
[Verse I]
They say "Lil Nahmir, where you've been at?", I'm just passing the breeze
I've been running up a check, that's why these b*tches on me
I been cooling, laying low but I'm not taking a seat
But just know, a n*gga back and it's time I won't leave
I've been running, running, running, gotta check me a bag
I got hunnids on my neck and I've got Trues on my ass
n*ggas said I'm going broke, well I just take it and laugh
I be speeding in that foreign with Five-O on my ass
[Verse II]
But I'm that n*gga, I won't ever change
Rubbin of the paint, smoking dank
Got a uzi on my lap, I let it bang
Free Lil Tay, know he keep a K but he not Tay-K
I up the chop and let it blow him
Watch this b*tch heat his face
I'm that n*gga and all my young n*ggas pulling triggas, we gorillas
We let this b*tch off until you feel us
For you n*ggas, that's always on IG with them Yicki's taking pictures
Is you really gon use em or you just loafin for them b*tches?
[Verse III]
You n*ggas really hoes and you be acting like these b*tches
You n*ggas say ya'll silent but ya'll probably in there snitchin
Most the n*ggas that's around be throwin C's like they're crippin
But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian
[Verse IV]
But I'm rocking with my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, b*tch I keep a 40
You say I'm lacking, n*gga try me, shoot you and your shorty
I'm cookin up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
[Verse V]
40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
Hit an opp up, dreads swanging just like I'm a rasta
Smokin Ganja and I'm zooted, walkin in my pradas
Any n*gga test my gangster, n*gga, I'mma pop em
[Verse VI]
And we ain't throwing hands with you f*ck n*ggas
It's one up, top up in that chamber, better duck n*gga
n*ggas dissin on Lil Valley, he get slumped, n*gga
We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk, n*gga
[Verse VII]
I'm one-hundo, b*tch, that's on my life, I will never fold
A n*gga speaking on Lil Quay, well then, that n*gga gotta go
I'm really small, but I can fight, but I'mma still up that pole
For you n*ggas think I'm pus*y, you gon have to show me, ho
[Verse VIII]
Police always at my f*cking crib, I don't tell them sh*t
I'm really rapping about this f*cking life, that I f*cking live
But I be coolin, trynna focus on them f*cking Dividends
But if It's money on yo head, I'mma f*cking get it, man
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang