Lyrics: Bryson Potts
Music: Ladarius Booker
I'm too high up in this ho yeah
FreshDuzIt
You hear me
DJ Booker
Yeah man DJ Booker real talk
Ayy
Yeah yeah
I walk in the trap ***** get on the floor
***** you know why I came just give me the d**e
Give me the d**e
He thought it was a joke now he on the floor
Drop down with this Glock and you know I'ma blow
Brr brr
Hey kidnap him then he get beheaded
He get beheaded
Bullets come down from the top like confetti
I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it
Should've worked at UPS 'cause the pack get heavy
Get hit with this fire ***** I bet you gon' holler
Don't **** with the snakes but it's some on my collar
Some on my collar
And if he want a problem bullets hit his partner
Catchin' plays in the field Polamalu
Yeah yeah
Nigga he ain't dumb he ain't take nothin' from me
Boom
Wish a **** nigga would take my money
Exotic my runtz this **** is not crummy
He tried to ride my wave you know that I sonned him
Boom boom brrt
They like "What is you smokin'" Lil' ***** it's that rapper w**d
Ayy
I keep watching my back 'cause I know niggas after me
Ayy
If I dump the whole clip I know Dreek gon' shoot after me
Ayy
***** it's murder for hire you can't join the faculty
Ayy
***** I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's
Ayy
***** I'm high as the sky I'm up here with the factories
Ayy
***** I do my own dirt you ain't gotta look after me
Ayy
***** I'm handin' out shots like I'm makin' a daiquiri
Ayy
"NLE ain't got no money"
He got money
Ha ha ha lil' ***** you funny
"NLE ain't out here gunnin'"
Nigga what
I get a nigga wrapped up like a mummy
Brrt no cap
I did it again repeated offender
Ayy
If he actin' fruity put him in a blender
Twirl
If a nigga want smoke we gon' make him surrender
Get him out of here
He was breakin' the rules my niggas suspend him
Get him out of here coach
Huh
Get him out of here coach
He breakin' the rules we had to suspend him
Ayy man he was breakin' the rules my niggas suspend him
They don't get no pity they get hit with the 7.62s though
We keep straps like suspenders no cap
I'm comin' in hot
Came in this ***** with the Glock
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey
Bring it back in I'ma come a lil' different this time
Always gotta keep me two nines
Two Glock
Glock .19 put a hit through your spine
Brrt
Get a nigga whacked then put him in a rhyme
Get your jiffy cornbread
Ooh
Think she want some jiffy cornbread d**k
I put her in the mix she saying that he plotting on a jit
It's bodies with this ****
It's bodies with this ****
Get wet like toilet potties in this *****
Bin Laden with this stick
My niggas sendin' shots up in this *****
Ayy
Yo' niggas gettin' hit
Ayy
You know I love my Glock my favorite stick
We always in some **** no cap
We always in some ****
I just hotboxed the drop-top
Hotbox
Threw away a hot Glock
A hot Glock
Put the d**e up in my sock
What
Where
The police tried to search my crotch
Search my crotch
***** I thank my sister every day because she gave the drops
I got 'em out
Put that boy up in that grease and fry 'em like a tater tot gone
Brrt yeah
'Cause I'm really that nigga they know I'ma stepper
Huh
And I keep me a gun they say I'm a rebel
***** my what
***** my bullets got bass we ain't worried 'bout no treble
Damn
Boy who is you talkin' to
You better settle
Ayy
***** I'm a volcano 'cause I'm finna melt him
Ayy
Put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' pet him
Ayy
And my shooter brainwashed he kill if I tell him
Ayy brrt kill if I tell him to that nigga ****** up
Hundred round drum for a **** nigga lay down
NLE the Top Shotta
Got a whole ************* K round and the Drac' sound
Love the way the Drac' sound
Make a nigga lay down
**** is you talkin' 'bout
I really just ran that
Mm mm mm mm
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mm mm mm mm
Mm mm yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah