Lyrics: Roderick Henderson/Larry Goodwin Jr/Kyron Goodwin/Albert Goodwin/Jakob D. Hagemann
Music: Roderick Henderson/Larry Goodwin Jr/Kyron Goodwin/Albert Goodwin/Jakob D. Hagemann
Big 26K sh*t, n*gga
Big 2600 sh*t, n*gga
BET, 1600, 26K (KY on this motherf**ker)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (AlWitDaCookUp)
[Chorus: Li Rye]
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you p***y, I ain't goin' for that
Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat b***h turned out to be a rat
You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back
Rrah, them switches never miss, b***h, I got good aim
Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name
All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame
[Verse 1: Li Rye]
I'm out in Cali clutchin' on a ghost Glock
And I keep one in the head, so when I up, I don't gotta c**k
Big 26K in every song, I put on for the block
That nigga say my name, I drop a bag, he get his noodle knocked
They took me out the trenches, but my mind still stuck in the hood
I ain't never been scared of shit, in another nigga hood, I'm still good
This Draco wood grain, just got a splinter, I be slangin' wood
I'ma keep steppin' on these niggas until the day that I feel understood
Chorus: Li Rye]
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you p***y, I ain't goin' for that
Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat b***h turned out to be a rat
You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back
Rrah, them switches never miss, b***h, I got good aim
Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name
All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame
[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Blaow, tell the DA **** the chair, sign a deal, it's off from here
I protect my craft for real, I say a verse, it come out clear
Go and tell that boy don't play with me, I'ma spill his ass like beer
Yeah, this 40 got a lemon squeeze, wrong move, I shoot your ear
Call the doctor, call the feds, I don't care, still dead
I just seen somebody die, that shit been ****in' with my head
They can shoot me in the eye, won't even think it make me cry
Slangin' fire while we outside, we get it poppin', 4 July
Facts, I pay all my mama bills, wipe his chin like baby bib
Sister know she straight forever, I swear my daddy raised a stepper
I don't care none 'bout no camera, with no mask, I go'n and stretch him
You can call me Anti Demon, I been prayin' to the devil
Oh, b***h, you think a nigga sweet?
Don't get hit with heat
Sweep a nigga right up off his feet
Tell my mama every day, "Thank you, God, for making me"
Really big up in the A, can't know where my baby sleep
[Chorus: Li Rye]
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you p***y, I ain't goin' for that
Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat b***h turned out to be a rat
You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back
Rrah, them switches never miss, b***h, I got good aim
Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name
All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame