[Intro](Skeeo, you crazy)[Chorus]This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way upThe whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'On the phone with Ten, I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'He did half of ten, but still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'[Verse 1]But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobodyThem niggas stepped on your partner, that's your bodyAnd I be totin' dirty cutters, same yard grandpa told me don't go out itGo to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout itHow it gettin'? Dirty than a motherfuckerBetter stay up out my way, niggaBitch, you better have a banger, see that gang, niggaAston Martin lane switchingToo turnt up for lame bitchesKill a bitch the main missionThey act the same, I came differentOld school, call it big four-wheelerOn my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those niggasHis nigga still poppin' dots and he got M&MsRiding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steelSomebody might get murdered stillBitch, you know that I got plenty money stillYoungins ready for the kill38, I run it stillSaid fuck 'em and I mean it stillLil' shorty wanna fuck for realThey wanna put up my careerMy vision see one hundred mill', I'm on it still[Chorus]This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way upThe whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'On the phone with Ten, I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'He did half of ten, but still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'[Verse 2]Three hundred thousand dollar car, I'm in this bitch like an '06 HondaI ain't showing up for nobody, even probably not your uncleReal stepper, I'm a rebel, I'm a fucking man of honorI smoke dope and keep my shovel, I'm the gravediggin' founderSplit his hat, I'm on that, stop, let me out around the cornerRun down and blow, I swing it on 'emBack to the car, I hope I down somethin'Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found somethin', oh, manSay, lil' nigga from the net was talking dumb, ain't gon' have no brainToo much money, go insane, but know that I still ball or drillBeen stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come onI be true for real, she don't pop pills, she want no strongLil' brother pulled a chase off, he still homeHold on[Chorus]This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way upThe whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'On the phone with Ten, I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'He did half of ten, but still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
