Promo lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This street sh*t'll get— n*gga
GlockBoyz, n*gga
Boy
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)

[Verse 1]
This street sh*t get serious, we ain't come to play no games (Yeah)
I don't know 'bout you and yours, but me and mine tryna get fame
We was bustin' n*ggas' heads, takin' glasses before the fame
We probably still'll slime you out, it's just different 'cause sh*t done changed
Everybody know my face, it be hard for me to do my thing
Can barely run my game on a b*tch because she know my name
You don't know how sh*t feel, your dog die, and his family sayin' y'all to blame
We used to leave 'еm at the crib and now we ride with K's (Wе ride with K's now)
My n*ggas grew up in the streets, we all thuggin', pistol poppin'
My brother hit the club, we still poppin'
Ask about me in the hood, they'll probably tell you I keep the rocket
They'll probably tell you, "He was playin' with my money", somebody shot him (Baow)
They can't believe this sh*t I did and I done saw it
Free my dog, they got him down for a body, I want him off
I would've just GPS'ed myself to the money, then I got lost
I'm out the way countin' up forty all blues in the loft

[Chorus]
I'm usually there trappin' to beat my way from out the hood
We had came up doin' the worst, but now we livin' good (Now we livin' good)
If I ain't rap, I wouldn't have moved, n*gga, I love the hood
I still can pull up where I grew up, they gon' treat me good
I wake up thinkin' 'bout that bankroll, that money callin'
Even though that I'm a rapper, my dog a real artist
That boy'll paint your shirt red like you work at Target (Yeah)
Just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party
[Verse 2]
All blues inside my pocket, I just made these
In the mall splashin', ballin' like KD
I'm the type of n*gga go to the club, they don't even search me (They don't even search me)
The biggest ball, sh*t p*ss me off and they gon' hurt you
Sprite dirty, can't see the bottom of my cup
You the type to run up a ten and don't make sh*t else for months
I'm the type to make a ten and spend it all before I put it up
I heard you be thinkin' I be cappin', n*gga, test your luck (n*gga, test your luck)
My n*ggas dangerous, use a pistol, then exchange it
We the type to see a rapper and when we leave, he be chainless
They tried to pat me at the club, so I left, I got my stainless
I end up goin' back, forgot that they had paid me
High as hell off of them drugs, my mama told me loosen up
My daddy told me that I need to put down my cup
I ain't textin' back, he could've at least had said, "What up?"
You don't know how I've been feelin', how you gon' tell me 'bout some drugs, n*gga?
It get hot inside that kitchen
They said the street sh*t watered down 'cause all the n*ggas turn into b*tches
They said the street sh*t watered down 'cause n*ggas shootin' and snitchin'
My n*gga Boogz said he can clear the whole room, he got vision, n*gga

[Chorus]
I'm usually there trappin' to beat my way from out the hood
We had came up doin' the worst, but now we livin' good (Now we livin' good)
If I ain't rap, I wouldn't have moved, n*gga, I love the hood
I still can pull up where I grew up, they gon' treat me good
I wake up thinkin' 'bout that bankroll, that money callin'
Even though that I'm a rapper, my dog a real artist
That boy'll paint your shirt red like you work at Target (Yeah)
Just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party
[Outro]
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)