(Look out, Veno)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, mmm

Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)
Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out (they don't fuck with jakes)
Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down (smellin' what I'm cookin'?)
Thot bitch used to fuck with her, she a opp now

Block bitch, fuckin' B
Her excuse, she sellin' them beans
Who want them for seventeen?
A thousand under eleven G's
F check, exotic?
Nah, nigga, meth? Yes
Rapper where? I sell dog
And I'm not embarrassed

Yeah, stress press, circle squares (stress press)
And that's a solid rep (that's a solid)
Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard (quarter large)
She tryin' not to stare (tryin' not to)
I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there (rrr, rrr, rrr)
I'ma jump out first (I'ma jump out)
You know I never been no follower (no, I never been no follower)

I saved her under "Swallower"
Supreme, Trues, Prada purse
I don't trust a bitch
So if I slip, my youngin' still'll lurk
Rapper second, killer first
My opps probably invented shirts
What's his name still in the dirt
Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'
Big Sprite stay muddy (yeah, yeah)
Twelve uncles, they nutty (yeah, yeah)
We been killin' for money (yeah)

Yeah, we been killin' for nothin' (been killin')
Bare face in public (bare face in)
This get back for our brother (get back for our)
Nigga better not ask for nothin' (nigga better not ask for a dollar)
Back up, better not touch me (back up and not-)
Niggas get killed for clutchin' (rrr, rrr)
Niggas die before they blink they eyes (they die)
Ain't even see me up in here (see me up here)
Was fire, damn near crossed me eyes (uh, it was fire)
I ain't even get to fuck her, I was high
We just met one time
I told this bitch I love her (yeah, I told that bitch I love her)

And I told this bitch just fuck her
Can't get me, gotta do my brother
Count to three, after three I'm dumpin'
Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em (baow, yeah)
Yellin', "Free Ric"
I'm still yellin', "Free me"
E-S-T, free The Shiners
Exotic weed, got seeds, I ain't buyin' it
Fuck niggas been tryin' me
Ain't no put it behind me
I'm on this shit for real
Ain't jumpin' on no deals
Before I was countin' M's
I was keepin' up with drills
I know what you ain't did
And I know that you ain't built for smoke
So, why you playin' with a nigga
Who done killed before?
We still young, thuggin'
Yellin', "Free all my brothers"
Yellin', "Free all The Shiners"
Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck them (yeah)

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Writer(s): Dion Hayes, George Stone