30 months

I ain't dyin' from nyash If she try set me up, I got bine in my mash

Come on, hop out and crash, your bitch knows I make racks

The money I made last week more than your dad

Man, it's just sad, that you ain't makin no p's

Fake drip what you rock, how you realer then me?

Your as real as your tee and I put that on G

If you tryna step to me, promise you, you gon' bleed

When I see them, I know it's up

My brodie got the shotty and he gonna let it bust

My boy just got his reload, now his runner want a cut