[Intro: K Gibbs & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil Uzi Vert, yeah we gon’ rest today)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Not too unusual but this is very unusual, like)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I can't even get my words out right, I just feel numb)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just know what I know, uh (I know)
If you run up on that shit boy
I just know you gotta go, woah (You gotta go)
I said, if you try to run up, last time breathing, fuck your lungs up (Woah, woah, woah)
I can put you down, I'm from the country, not the town, stick to the code, oh (1600)
Yeah, and you might not see ’em, but you know I gotta keep my boys close
Yes, once in my lifetime, okay, I was told
Everything that shine really ain't glitter or gold (No—no)
And you know I'm the same one that stuck right to the oath
Everyday in the 16, baby, I'm good in my home
FN on my waistline, baby, I can go my own (Own)
Brand new crib all renovated, all cash, no loan
Sign language 2019, I can't talk on no phone (Hello?)
My boys, yeah, they move them bricks, they not touching those stones (No)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bust my neck, okay, had to bust my wrist
Bust it bitch, after I'm done I got' pass that girl to Gibbs
Who is Gibbs?
That's my boy, ever since dirty mattresses
Fucked an actress bitch, when I’m done I just gave her my ass to kiss (Okay)
I’m always out on the block, I don't know what lackin’ is
Francisville, bitch, that's the country, friendly, like some Africans
You know that we gettin' guap, Rolls Royce, Bentley, matte the Benz
Niggas scared of they own shadow, that's how you get shot on accident
No, no, no don’t ask again, I told bro they money low, not worried, we to the max again
I'm from the bottom, now higher class, name of my block, lil' bitch, Leland
Tryin' my boys, we gon' tie your fam, they on the search, they can't find your man (No—no)
I'm on the six I'm not tryna hold hands
I'm on the six I'm not tryna hold hands
You know my nerves bad 'cause I'm tired of smoking
No we don't listen to no oldheads
The young niggas run it 'cause they all cool kids
The young niggas run it 'cause they all—
[Verse 3: K Gibbs]
How the fuck is you real when you know that you tellin'
Look at my face and they know I'm a felon
Every damn day gotta move with a weapon
I know it's some niggas that'd be glad if they catch me
Don't need no beam, I know I'ma wet 'em
My momma told me that she know where I'm headed
Run around, still with a gun in possession
Soon as I fuck 'em, them hoes get possessive
Do what I say and I might buy ya bundles
Fuck from the front and I bust on her frundle
Niggas got murdered, we started from rumbles
Now we got weight, we all started from bundles
Now we all straight we come from the struggle
It's comin' together, we piecin' the puzzle
Niggas know me, when they said that they love you
You stuck in the cell and them niggas say, "Fuck you"
Been in that shit, and I've been through come shit
Fuck on that bitch who won't care 'bout this shit
Laughin' 'cause we know you care 'bout the bitch
I care 'bout the money; I care 'bout a brick
Care 'bout my niggas; I care 'bout they kids
Pressure, I know how to handle that shit
Scramble, I'm lookin' like Randall 'n' shit
Life, it don't come with no menu 'n' shit (No)
Yeah, we the shit, we just come through it drippin'
We get through the back and we ball in the VIP
Groupie ass niggas that tryna get a pic'
Groupie ass bitches that tryna get some dick
Fuck 'em, and send 'em in Uber's and Lyft
Ight, so I am not usin' no pic'
Hand me the rock and I'm puttin' it in, nigga, give it back to me; I do it again
'Sup with these rappers? We know he ain't got it
Nigga be frontin', he live with his momma
Got on a Rollie, we know he ain't cop it
Pussy just talking, them niggas ain't slidin'
You'd rather have followers, I want the dollars
I never made a single dollar off rap
Ask about me, I was born in the trap
Ain't scared to die, we all born to do that
[Refrain]
Y'all hang with that nigga, that niggas a rat
Y'all read the whole statement, y'all seen all the facts
Y'all in the club poppin' bottles with him
Don't be surprised, catch a hollow with him
Y'all hang with that nigga, that niggas a rat
Y'all read the whole statement, y'all seen all the facts
Y'all in the club poppin' bottles with him
Don't be surprised, catch a hollow with him
