Bitches say im handsome kidnap yo ass for ransom Finna be a killa season let me call up Cam'ron If it's a problem let me know lil' nigga We can go to war In the kitchen stretching work my nigga Whipping with the fork Say it short got it all my nigga But we can work it out Turn a two into a fo' my nigga It ain't hard at all The way I tote my gun, you would think im james bond Come to my trap its at least 'bout thirty guns Come to the trap she giving head im in the bathroom Nigga dissrespect leave em wet bloodied in a tampon Bitches say im handsome kidnap your ass for ransom Its finna be a killa season let me call up Cam'ron Just flew from over seas nigga just to meet my damn plug My shooters shoot for no reason you dont wanna wit them boy If its a problem let me know my nigga we gon' solve em all We got thirtys we got choppers we got handguns we got revolvers and all (the foes and all) You want no problems over here nigga, and we don't go by the law (nah) All them problems are getting solved nigga, and it ain't hard at all (nah)

Eh-eh, look We ain't getting on no live, nigga We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look Who the fuck is Kuttem Reese? Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?) I'm finna show you right here, I'm finna show you right here Look We ain't sendin' out no texts, nigga We ain't gettin' on no live talkin' about beef and sendin' out threats, nigga (shh) All you niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga Baby Joe can go on that ace of spades to come out as that nigga (out of here) Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right He let out 62 shots, in five attempts, must they aim right? (Pussy) I wasn't even dead you missed your target and I was in plain sight Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (come on, come on) Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide We doing it the same night (right now, right now) I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right Stretch gang, she must say I scrap know that she a dang dyke You sent your stepper and guess what happened, that nigga lost his damn life (right here) I got 'em hot, I know he mad I got 'em out his element He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (coward, coward) How the fuck I'm a rapper and be Kuttem Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit? I would have caught a flight and went with 6iх9inе if I was on that federal shit (stupid) Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga, y'all just made him shirts Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt I'm runnin' with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt Rrahh-rrahh, CKN, bitch Smurk (gang, gang, gang), hah I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now (gang, gang) Real killers for real, bro (gang, gang, gang, gang) Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes (let's get it) Them niggas was bragging, get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes (brrah) Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets (facts) I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas asking Lil' bro give headshots for real (yeah) Calm bro down, he off two pills (yeah) Slide on opps, bro got the wheel (yeah) Black box on the Glock for real (gang) Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real Dude ass head got shot and lived (let's get it) I don't let hoes come to the crib, for the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby, what's this like? It's like Iraq, baby You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby That highspeed in that Hellcat crazy (skrrt) Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety Switch his tush that top go crazy Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady (let's get it) Drugs and lean, I'm juiced up daily What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby (I'm not Toosii) We don't stop at those, you crazy? (Crazy) I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer 80 Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit? I'm rich, free all my dawgs again, let's get it Yeah, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm-mm, mm Mm-mm-mm, you can hear them chains clickin' in this motherfucker Gang, gang, gang

We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where I'm that's 300, normal spelled backwards Letting a nigga goon me, I can't imagine But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it My niggas do it for me, ain't no way around it Blood hound for that money, bitch I gotta have it Going crazy, 20's, 50's, 100's, bitch I'm cashing And I ain't really with the talking, bitch I'm money stacking And he ain't really bout' that life, cause he don't love that action And they don't come from where I come from, they wasn't born a savage Late night shit, catch him in traffic I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin' We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where I'm that's 300, normal spelled backwards We don't really play, homie we about gun action Pistols get to flappin', ball like the Mavericks Chief Keef bitch I'm savage, I'm paper stackin' Pistols get to clappin', niggas get to lappin' Bad bitches packed up inside a Maxima That bitch gon' give me neck, neck like a Dracula Fuck nigga talk shit, delete him, no schedule That bitch want some ransom, she say I'm handsome I need me a dancer to come and dance up On me while I'm wildin' and I'm throwing sets up I need me a dancer to come and dance up On me while I'm wildin' and throwing sets up We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where I'm that's 300, normal spelled backwards We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic

DJ FMCT DJ Bandz, oh, man Before you block me I'm tryna text you, "I'm sorry that I hurt you" I'm a street nigga with a name but certain shit just ain't worth it And I'm sorry what I did to you, I know you didn't deserve it (deserve it) I told you 'bout all the hoes I fucked, you got a little discouraged (little discouraged) Told your friends about our problems, shit made me nervous Please don't put me on that block list 'cause I don't deserve it I gotta answer the private call 'cause you might call restricted And I say you my prize possession 'cause I had to earn you (had to earn you) I bring yo' laughs out I send you money whenever you need, I send you Cash App I call yo' phone, I can't get through, I make a text out Pull up to your OG crib, that's the next step (oh) The worst feeling to be on that block list (block list) I thought it was fun and games to be toxic Came in the crib, my clothes in boxes (in boxes) I grab her hand like, "Could you stop it?" (no) Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list) I don't even answer for all of my guys They talkin' 'bout bitches all on my line I talk about street shit all the time I don't talk about hoes all on my live One time she had made me cry And I'm like, "Some shit had got in my eye" I ain't gon lie, I love the fact that she don't be kickin' it 'round my guys Loyal, she gon' tell me like, "One of them niggas tried" Loyal, if I tell you that, I'ma tell you a hundred times Gullible, told me if I ever cheat, "Don't be with strap" Comfortable, she want hundred, I put a hundred in her bag Perfect timing, I had to give her diamonds I be vibing, this loyal shit is timeless She like curry chicken bird, I like salmon Every time I'm freakin' her, I give her allowance Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)

Smokin' your dead homie Facts, gas I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (Let's get it) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero (Hero) Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (We know) And wherever that drama at, we go (We go) (You know, you know) We the neighborhood heroes (We know, we know) We the neighborhood heroes That street shit We don't reply to niggas with that tweet shit (Facts) Beef shit, nigga said fuck me, he don't mean it (Pussy) Sweet shit, fomo caught a body, they gon' beat it Defense, Glock to his face, he won't eat it (Brra) All facts, nigga snaked me once and I'ma fall back (Let's get it) Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that? I cheated on my BM three times, where my dog at? She gave her number, I delete it, 'cause they all rats Chiraq, where the police don't call backup Last nigga played with Durkio, he in a backwood Chicago niggas play with PnB, but ain't no matchup If you know me like you know me, where I'm from, I'm not a rapper Murderer, scammer, murderer, I'm handsome When I'm off the drugs, I swear I'm steady throwin' tantrums Angelo told me once before, he want a Phantom I can't say no 'cause that's my son, I gotta answer I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's (You know) I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (You know) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go (Oh, oh) Oh, we the neighborhood heroes (We the neighborhood heroes) We the neighborhood heroes They say we won't get help unless Obama do it (Turn up) Don't get shot in my areas, ain't no trauma unit (Let's get it) If you a snake and they ain't do, just know the opps'll do it (Know the opps'll do it) And go and drill, this the best time 'cause the opps into it (Brr) I still sleep around the savages like I ain't rich You talkin' to me about your homie, that's that fake shit (Turn up) The city ain't never played my songs, shoutout to Nate Fix Just take that watch up of your arm 'fore we take it (Yeah, yeah) And we the reason for your dead niggas Breadwinners, when you hit that stain you ain't share with us Fuck the Instagram, this reality I know a nigga talk straight cash, and he ain't got a G They had my momma usin' WIC when we in poverty And I was tired of eatin' Kix, but she know I gotta eat Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' ride for them Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' die for them I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go Oh, we the neighborhood heroes We the neighborhood heroes

Big B Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Shawty squeeze in them jeans Touch her knees, make her scream I sip lean, I sip lean Gucci sneaks, shopping sprees Shawty, she my cup of tea Please, don't give up on me Lord, got me shopping rings, so cool And I think you know What you doing to my mind and my soul I popped a lot of pills, I freak you like I will She ain't let me miss no meal My feelings in it for real For real, for real, for real, for real For real, for real, for real, for real, yeah Girl, I'm so for real, the first time was a hell of a night I'ma spoil you for whatever, have whatever you like (hahaha) I say I won't fall in love, but I was never so right I seen you fall in love with goofys, I was never yo' type I told my mom, you a make a hell of a wife I know they mad we live a hell of a life Trust issues, so confused It's me and you, fuck the rules I wanna suck your toes, baby, take off your shoes yeah) They say I'm nasty 'cause I wanna lick your ass cheek This yo' last chance, hit that handstand, make that ass dance Who yo man is? Off that Xanax, have some dry sex (yeah) Durkio! All in your hoe Durkio! All in your hoe Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Nobody understands why we love each other the way we do But it ain't for them to understand We not out here tryna be relationship goals This real, we 'on't care about none of that internet stuff We don't care about none of that shade People seem to always shade what they wish they had We make each other happy We keeping around whatever makes us happy And why it makes us happy is our business Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it I pour an eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turnt their back and said they'd Kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier because I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, "Call me" I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it Fuck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin' I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin' I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all now even though I got it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to stay I'm a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life He don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent And I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them Relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches (Yeah, yeah) Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah