INTRO lyrics

[Intro]
(Reece, take 'em to church)

[Verse]
Yeah, this that get-back
Catch me in that wide-body, this the big 'Cat
'Member I was broke as f*ck, had to fix that
Heard them n*ggas took your Rollie, where your wrist at?
Yeah, chop 'em, break 'em down like a Kit-Kat
Rockin' big-boy diamonds, where his kits at?
Yeah, tell 'em if it's up, ain't no chit-chat
Baby, I'm a real n*gga, we can't mix that
Big rings and my sh*t bling
Got a big-ass FN in my ripped jeans
Now the homie ain't the homie, he done switched teams
Bro got purple in his cup like he Pimp C
But he tryna kick the cup, yeah
Four pockets stuffed, yeah, a hundred ain't enough
b*tch, I really had it rough, uh, all my n*ggas up
Probably pull up with your crush, got these n*ggas puffed, yeah
Put in overtime, I been clocked in
Bro just hopped inside the ride with a chopstick
Yeah, tell them n*ggas try it, we is not them
Shout-out to my real n*ggas, know we locked in
I just had to get it back, yeah, turned it to the max
I just seen a n*gga fold to the streets, couldn't adapt
I just hit cuz phone inquirin' 'bout another strap
I'm from Vietnam Valley, some call that sh*t Iraq
I was watchin' Beaner close when him and Po was cookin' crack
Man, I swear I miss my n*gga, he go brazy with the left
I just hit my n*gga Reece and we just made another slap
Bae just bought me somethin' crazy, damn, you gon' be hard to match
Lately, I've been goin' crazy, I put my city on the map
She say, "Beaner, it's your car, then why you always in the back?"
sh*t, I'm just peepin' through the curtain, my Glock in lap, I'm countin' racks
Had to hire an accountant so I can keep this sh*t intact
And we gon' leave it off the 'net and keep the street sh*t in the streets
Got a couple n*ggas down, I hold 'em down until they free
I seen a n*gga buy SIs to keep up, his chain cheap
Been havin' dreams and nightmares, feelin' like my n*gga Meek
If I'm the only n*gga drivin', don't got a tint, they know it's me
Me and bro Bird and Slim, I call us Floyd, The Money Team
Now I'm always on tip, no matter what, can't go to sleep
My young n*ggas in the hood the splash bros, they shoot from deep