See how much you really love your family
'Cause of you, this, yeah, yeah

I don't get tired of thuggin', I'ma be on this 'til judgement
They told me leave the streets alone to rap, but I wasn't budgin' (FOREVEROLLING)
Might shoot you in your head, this bitch look dead, it ain't no tusslin'
This beef started with chopper, chop kept duckin', we hit your cousin
Can't no nigga say he hoed me or owed me, they made attempts
They heard Geeski get shit killed, I put a hundred on 'em like Wilt
They can't handle us, we stiff, ain't no smilin', shakin' hands
They say you ratted, we revokin' passes, blow my fire like dragons
Niggas backwards, I don't take shit for granted, we take shit for ransom
See how much you really love your family, 'cause of you, this happened

Ain't no big doggin' me, nigga, I'm a Rottweiler
I used to serve one nigga two bricks, it cost a Sky-Dweller
Ask about the island, boy, we sent shit to the hospital
They all talk that murder shit, but niggas really shoplifters
Hold your Rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business
Keep your Rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you
Hold your Rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dog
Keep your Rollie up, you ever touched a brick of fentanyl, yeah, yeah

I got pendin' cases and one bond that still need payin'
They want one mil' for lil' Kayda, know I'm comin' to get you, baby
Know my heart might get me killed, but it got me here, so risks I'm takin'
We don't never write no statements or give tips, we don't fuck with bacon
I done trapped across the nation, I'll take it back to the basics
I serve white and brown, I ain't racist, die for attention, I'll make 'em famous
Better stay in my good graces, call, you sayin' your dog ain't make it
Blood addictive, I can taste it, we beat all our murder cases

Ain't no big doggin' me, nigga, I'm a Rottweiler
I used to serve one nigga two bricks, it cost a Sky-Dweller
Ask about the island, boy, we sent shit to the hospital
They all talk that murder shit, but niggas really shoplifters
Hold your Rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business
Keep your Rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you
Hold your Rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dog
Keep your Rollie up, you ever touched a brick of fentanyl, yeah, yeah

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.