(Wheezy outta here) Uh, uh Mmm, mmm We just wanna win in this life of sin Heard it come and go (Uhh) Money, cars, and clothes (Uhh) Platinum, gold, and rose (Uhh) Lawyer, case closed (Uhh) Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show) We just wanna win in this life of sin Got a solid bone (Bone), stand on what you own (Solid) I can't break the code (Uhh), I will never fold (Uhh) We gon' push to open up these doors (We gon' push to open up these doors) Prayin' 'til something happen, Ain't gon' never stop pushin' (Push) I got my bread to put in my Maybach, Got some cushions (Yeah) Camе out the trap, mob ties, we slatt, Wе see a rat and we shushin' (Shush) Come and knock my phone, I don't care to talk, I don't play with you pussies (I don't play) And I know I been on Adderall, But I'm more focused than others (Focus) YSL got a whole catalog, we went number one together (One) I know nothing is forever, but I want this forever (Forever) Been rappin' on this acapella with my snares and my drums Rollin' this biscotti, chronic all through my lungs (Yeah) Never was a bum, I'm rich and I still want the crumbs Them Shady Park niggas still shady man, shout out my slum [?] god protected baby with this thirty-round drum We just wanna win in this life of sin Heard it come and go (Uhh) Money, cars, and clothes (Uhh) Platinum, gold, and rose (Uhh) Lawyer, case closed (Uhh) Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show) We just wanna win in this life of sin Got a solid bone (Bone), stand on what you own (Own) I can't break the code (Uhh), I will never fold (Uhh) We gon' push to open up these doors (We gon' push to open up these doors, Nechie) Big business, S and S, I ain't nothing less (Yes) Federal suit got it on they mind, We open up they chest (Believe) And only walkups, no drive-by's, You know the rest (You know the rest) Sinnin', winnin', I'm livin' life and All my diamonds hittin' (And all my diamonds hittin') Blessed, tryna enjoy the essence of life (Life) Get it paid off, a [?] to help my folks see the light (My folks see the light) Double M, give me the word and They'll be gone by the night Believe it, they need to thank God they still breathing (Thank God) I seen it, you niggas act hard, but you straight foe Hang with that boy, knowing he straight toe (Knowing he straight rat) [?] sad niggas, y'all some straight hoes (Y'all some straight hoes) I can't relate, so I just play the dog and stay low We just wanna win in this life of sin Heard it come and go (Uhh) Money, cars, and clothes (Uhh) Platinum, gold, and rose (Uhh) Lawyer, case closed (Uhh) Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show) We just wanna win in this life of sin Got a solid bone (Bone), stand on what you own (Solid) I can't break the code (Uhh), I will never fold (Uhh) We gon' push to open up these doors (We gon' push to open up these doors) We gon' push to open up these doors

Aye I've been grinding for a checc Niggas hatin on me cuz they seeing that I'm next Fonkin over bitches damn cuddy why u stressed U be in the bitch dms while the bitch is gettin stretched Aye look nigga I'm that man Walk-in in the party lookin like a hunnid bands Bitches tryna talk but I do not need no friends If you ain't gon run it in then u can watch me from the stands Yeah nigga get yo cake up You can't be around me if you showing me that fake love I could get a nigga knocked off with a smooth dub Imma have to line that nigga up with a crew cut I'm just flexin diamonds on my necklace yeah Niggas talkin so imma have to stretch shit Why you talkin you ain't even bout that shit I'm just gettin to the bag I'm just tryna get rich I'm just flexin I'm just flexin I'm just flexin I'm just flexin Aye nigga and I'm really with the shit Keep on actin tough and imma show you you a bitch And that nigga actin hard so that nigga gon get stripped If I get that nigga drop them imma have to let it drip Nigga and I'm really bout them bands caught me by myself but he was scared to throw the hands Send my youngins on a mission they hoppin out of vans Get a nigga knocked off if he fuck up my dividends Yeah nigga lil ant with the shits You tryna be my brotha nah nigga you a bitch Lil max that's my brotha yeah he really stretchin shit If a nigga speakin on him then that nigga gon get clipped I'm just flexin diamonds on my necklace yeah Niggas talkin so imma have to stretch shit Why you talkin you ain't even bout that shit I'm just gettin to the bag I'm just tryna get rich I'm just flexin I'm just flexin I'm just flexin I'm just flexin

Aye I love to step so tell you brotha he'll get stepped on He don't look right so better tell em he'll get left wrong I got this glizzy it start singing like its Trey Songs If niggas jumpy glizzy get to bumping its gon hit dome I got this pole I let it blow it's fuckin up my hands Yo bitch keep talking better tell her she gon run dem bands Yo brotha hard but he gon lay when he get hit wit ham Sliding back to back like every day we tryna catch a man I heard he loaf I got the pole I bet my brotha sco I heard yo brotha he a hoe he got laid down wit pole If I send Issa on a mission bitch I bet he sco And bitch we sliding in this body tryna tag a toe And if I pass lil Yaya pole bitch I bet he a blow And you know we rock with sticks so you can't get up close The way we shootin like a movie all these scenes we blow If I put 30 on the stick I'm guaranteed to sco The way I'm riding round da bity gotta keep a pole And you know it's one up top I'm tryna wipe a nose He say he hot them flashing lights it made that nigga froze I'm tryna fan these niggas down and make these niggas cold And you know it's Drilla Gang bitch we known to sco Them hollow tips they coming hot they prolly wipe yo fro My shoes got dirty ran em down I tried to do em wrong And all that talking on them tracks is what's gon get em gone If niggas bumpy glizzy jumpy it's gon hit a dome And you know I rock wit Glocks but I could do da chrome And the suckas try to talk but bitch don't hit my phone And fuck that stock bitch give me sticky I'm gon get em gone Buss a right buss a left I did that nigga wrong Sliding through that nigga section tryna send em home I left that nigga on the ground he's leaking out his dome If niggas bumpy glizzy jumpy it's gon get em gone

Gotta keep my pistol cuz my brotha always Oh yeah I got it brotha Aye Aye look Aye look long nights we was trippin with lil reminiscing Gotta keep my pistol cuz my trigger finger always itching I keep a Glock wit one up top I'm tryna catch a victim When we hit they block I'm sending shots I bet I never miss em Aye look you know we tryna purge I keep a Glock I'm sending shots before you say a word You know my brotha keep his issue he ain't for the birds And why you shootin at the sky you tryna kill a bird Aye look I swear these niggas nerds And why you beefing on the net that's gon get you hurt If you a rat I can't fuck wit you you gon squeal for sure I got this Glock I get to squeezing finna start the purge Aye look finna start the purge I got this Glock I get to squeezing finna start the purge Uh look I'm finna start the purge You know my brotha layed em down he did em like a nerd Uh look we finna start the purge You know my brotha keep a stick he tryna spark the word Uh nigga let me know the word I got this Glock I get to I'm finna start the purge Uh look let me know the word If brotha shoot then imma shoot I'm tryna squeeze it first And you a rat I know you told I seen yo paperwork You pulled a skit but ain't hit shit man how the fuck that work Aye look I'm finna start the purge Just give me stick and throw me blick I'm finna go to work And ion do no reminiscing once you on a shirt These niggas really hurt my feelings brothas in the dirt Aye look my brothas in the dirt They tried to knock my brotha down so I'm gon get you hurt Just keep it peezy ain't no talking when I go to work If I start shootin 8 a shoot we'll put you in the dirt Aye look we'll put you in the dirt If I start shootin 8 a shoot we'll put you in the dirt Aye look put em on a shirt If I start shootin 8 a shoot we'll put you in the dirt Aye look finna start the purge I got this Glock I get to squeezing finna start the purge Uh look I'm finna start the purge You know my brotha layed em down he did em like a nerd Uh look we finna start the purge You know my brotha keep a stick he tryna spark the word Uh nigga let me know the word I got this Glock I get to I'm finna start the purge Aye look finna start the purge I got this Glock I get to squeezing finna start the purge Uh look I'm finna start the purge you know my brotha layed em down He did em like a nerd Aye look we finna start the purge You know my brotha keep a stick he tryna spark the word Uh nigga let me know the word I got this Glock I get to I'm finna start the purge

Aye say I'm bouncing out that load Bitch I gotta keep a pole Look aye Aye I heard they want me gone Aye say bitch I'm bouncing out that load cuz if I shoot then bitch you shootin too I heard you on my head you want me dead well come do what you do My brotha keep that stick he got that 30 bitch he known to shoot A sucka on the scene I fan it down cuz bitch I gotta shoot Who hoppin in that load bitch where yo pole or you ain't gettin in I was in that bitch for hella hours ain't no minute man Way I do that drill I'm like a pro the way I get it in If my brotha shoot then I'm gon shoot bitch we gon fan again Walkin through they section wit this Wesson tryna clear a block Heard yo brotha hot I send sum shots I bet his body drop And I feel like Robb wit these two poles I got the city hot Bitch it's Drilla Gang all on yo block bitch we gon buss his top Walkin through they section I got pole I'm tryna catch a nerd Heard yo brotha talkin hella hot I left him on the curb Heard these niggas dissin on the net I leave that to the birds I'm gon knock yo brotha out his top just for dat nigga words Bouncing out that load wit 30 sticks I bet I let em drip If I put lil Seven on yo ass bitch he won't ever miss If I put lil Issa on that skit bet he gon flip his whip Ridin wit that pole I bet I trip I'm tryna catch a bitch Aye cuz bitch I'm bouncing out that load I'm bound to trip I'm tryna catch a bitch Ridin wit these Glocks I got a stick and it's gon flip his whip Glizzy hella chunky when it blew it damn near split his whip Ridin wit these guns I got a flame I'm tryna torch his shit Cuz bitch I'm bouncing out that load uh And bitch you shootin too I heard you on my head you want me well come do Cuz bitch I'm bouncing out that load aye Well and you shootin too this glizzy on my it get to it get to Say bitch I'm bouncing out that load aye I'm bouncing out that load aye uh Bitch I gotta keep a pole Look I'm tryna knock a nigga fro aye Bouncing out that load