Yessir

We can't click or clack, so when its beef we get it wrapped

Rather score like tit for tat then let them creep up every match

Rather see us on our backs, so our funerals be packed

But we steady comin' different if they get velcros we get straps

If you ain't bout it move from round it cuz the gang already crowded

Trap full of demons, snakes, and bugs, no rats we don't allow it

Drop the rakes and rap for fun, throwin' dice wit our allowance

Roll up shake and clean our guns, and hope the next hit in the thousands

You can't even break a glock down, but you wanna shoot wit me

You put the ball in my hands, well bro you can't hoop with me

For real thought you was my mans, but you played the goof in me