[Intro: Tray Tray]
Yeah ([?])
Yeah ([?], you made this?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four fingers, tucked one, nigga
Tray Tray, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Tray Tray]
We got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s (Yeah)
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me (For real)
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased (Fuck him)
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach (Facts)
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em (Nah)
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field (Gang)
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real (Facts)
[Verse 1: Tray Tray]
Fuck the opps and who be with 'em
Know it's that way 'til we kill 'em (Fuck 'em)
Been a suspect and a victim
Hundred shots, we ain't gon' miss him (Grrah)
Brand new Mikes, I'm still gon' chase him (Yeah)
Don't come back if you ain't face him (Nah)
You ain't feelin' how I'm feelin'
Off this 30, I be bracin' (Yeah)
Told my niggas we gon' make it
All my life I heard I'm basic (But look)
Only good at shootin' niggas
Half my victims barely made it (Facts)
You can ask the streets about me (What?)
Ain't a soul can say I faked it
Just know you gon' have to pay for your shit back if bro 'nem take it (Yeah, give me that)
My lil' bitch a different type, we locked in, this shit for life (Ooh, ooh)
If it's that, then it's on sight
Can't get left if you do right (Yeah)
I done seen the toughest niggas turn bitch behind that pipe (Bitch)
My lil' bro twenty-three and he be scorin' shit like Mike
[Chorus: Tray Tray & G Herbo]
Yeah, uh, we got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s (Uh, yeah)
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me (For real)
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased (His ass deceased, fuck him)
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach (Yeah, facts)
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em (Go, go, nah)
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em (Swerve)
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field (G Herbo, gang)
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real (Big G Herbo, facts)
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
(Uh, uh, uh) I been shootin' guns since 2012, like 2013 (No bap)
G Herbo, I'm really famous, but I'll still make a scene (You know that)
Got my hoodie drawed up and I'm still rockin' bling, huh, for real
Uh, uh, you ain't never made a kill, you don't how that feel (You don't know how that feel)
I ain't even have to drill, I was behind the wheel
Chain's rose gold, I still got blue steel (Uh, uh)
I'll shoot at will, I don't care how you feel (G Herbo)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (For real, for real)
And you breathe and panic, and I'll leave a nigga stiff like a mannequin
Everybody want me to handle it, ayy, chill out, I'ma handle it
Everybody know I'm gettin' that cake, I'ma pay for all the damages (On foenem)
[Chorus: Tray Tray]
We got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s (Yeah)
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me (For real)
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased (Fuck him)
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach (Facts)
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em (Nah)
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field (Gang)
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real (Facts)
[Outro: Tray Tray]
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
