Back in 10th grade, I was sellin' drink without a seal

Ask the opps about us, we was rappin' shit without a deal

Moncler bubble and a ski, with the mag filled

Say my name in a song and got his ass killed

I told her fuck one of my niggas and get her ass did

Ill get to bustin' in this bitch like I can't have kids

I ain't really gotta say it cause I'm that for real

Niggas keep talkin' bout them guns, we tote straps for real

Don't come with that bullshit, I want straight drop

Caught a nigga out in broad day, got my face hot

He was lacking in his phone, got his face popped