Track 1 Lyrics

Beat down the block get the pack and I get it gone

That gas that I smoke it be really strong

Fuck with the fam you get hit you be really gone

They wondering what I be on

White vlone

Stepping wit Nikes on

And you know that the pipe is on me

Barrel so big it look like a rifle on me

Lil bitch on me thick

But I'm tryna pipe her homie

She know I keep swipers on me

She know I keep paper on me

Like I'm on probation homie

And my brothers waiting on me

So if I have to pop a homie

I know they gone take it for me

So don't try to take it homie

I'm pushing weight

My arms strong as a bih

Been getting money

I was born to be rich

You niggas pussy

Was born by a bitch

Soon as they jammed us you turned to a snitch

That's the shit I can't respect

Hit em wit techs

Fuck the head

We aiming for upper chest

You know that's a bigger target

Yea I'm the bigger artist

They think that I'm sitting on paper

They think that I'm rich

I ain't going out sad bout no bitch

Put that paper on yo head and it's lit

I need them bricks man I'm feeling like Mitch

Beat down the block get the pack and I get it gone

That gas that I smoke it be really strong

Fuck with the fam you get hit you be really gone

They wondering what I be on

White vlone

Stepping wit Nikes on

And you know that the pipe is on me

Barrel so big it look like a rifle on me