Every time I get back in the streets, this shit get darker N****s can't handle me now We do it all, we changing the laws They thinkin' bout takin' me down We didn't put bulletproof all in the cars I told them bring anymore rams I put baguettes on all of my dogs They fall, they makin' a sound I'm on the yacht with a bad thot We got the streets and the headlock N****s try to creep through the backyard All they seen was the choppers and red dots I gave my mama a black car, yeah, I really put her on for the head, nah This that one AC, you ain't one of them rappers And none of your steppas can step on my steppas' chest And I check as I told my dawgs, don't stress Don't rush it, I really got off, it's seven on seven And I'm gettin' better and better and better My n***a, there's never no pressure Every time I hit with one of y'all n****s, we smoke There's never no pressure N****s is pussy, if I put a price on your head, should I get a special? You know I be hangin' with Jews, get money with Russians I'm makin' my moves, the hood behind me I never could lose, I'm good I'm solid, can't play me like one of them dudes You probably end up on the news We mobbin' and walkin', you know we ain't talkin' them Jews Especially for none of you dudes We slidin' with choppers, rockin' Dior I still remember me poor, I'm tryin' to get more Walkin' to Philly when n****s get smoked For real, tryin' to slide to the store Sittin' with the stick, ghostin', minivan stolen, slide with the door N****s gon' die in the streets, so we can't even beef I'ma die on the floors, and the bitch act right Keep talkin' this shit like he can't get blitzed And die on the tour, switchin' Atlanta when I'm in that Wrangler And all them boys can't follow them boys I got the gang from the real old Jesus Money old bitch can't die by the whore I got the gang from the real old Jesus Money old bitch can't die by the whore Head on me now, head on me now, I tell them, head on me now Cut a room, bitches, and all of them legions, so ain't no more wearin' me down Frag out the gingers, I jump out the bitches, they know I ain't playin' around I dribble double whenever I bubble These n****s in trouble, I'm sayin' it now Head on me now, head on me now, I tell them, head on me now Cut a room, bitches, and all of them legions, so ain't no more wearin' me down Head on me now, head on me now, n****s gon' head on me now We in the city all summer, it's time to say we should set a Chanel Them n****s don't know they a newbie, boss Represent for bum buckler, dream chasers, yeah Real El Chapo, me Millie, a.k.a. Me Killie I was out in the UK ballin' like 2K, all of my damn lil' duray She said we all gon' do it, we go out the country, we havin' a three-way I was gettin' hit in the road, start fuckin' as soon as I got on the PJ You was tryna talk like PJ, I was tryna bust it, we do it the freeway I was at the bodega, rockin' Bottega Crit like four acres, and I ain't got no name And I ain't never gon' meet him Once it's up there, n****s start to implode Whenever we see who we gettin', them pussies off, we gon' sip on them bars He killin' them off, the peter don't show, they don't get involved She gon' follow my dog and all, they get to the leader, ah Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put them Demons in Demas Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put them Demas in Demas