[Verse]
Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
When I be in the A, I be poppin'
King of Compound, ask [?]
I be dead fresh, I'm stylish
If water around the house, that bitch an island
Late night, got a bitch on Fallon
Brand new 'Rari with the [?] stripes
I be in the kitchen, I'm the chef
Dope ain't coming back, I got to get it right
Don't make me fuck your bitch, that pussy poppin'
We be ballin' like we hit the lotto
We some real niggas, that's the motto
We be in the club, where the sparklers at?
I just sold a brick now I got [?] bread
Fell in love with a ratchet, but get model head
Boy I got the 40, it got hollow heads
And you a yes nigga, you a bobble head
My money out the banks and hit to Mexico
El Chapo just escaped, I'm trying to double that
Free Big Meech and Free [?], we need blessings
I'm a dopeboy, where the legends at?
I just moved to Miami with the [?]
Shoutout to [?] and [?]
I be with the Haitians in Little Haiti
Caught a dirty, damn near violated probation
Called my mama from the bank, told her we made it
Bitch asked me if the pussy good, told her I hate it
And she lyin' to her friends, saying I ate it
But I only [?] on the head, we never dated
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
Niggas watching in the closet, see you plottin'
Boy you a fuck nigga, you ridin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'

[Outro]
This that big money shit, that executive shit
This that young nigga with the shirt off in the Lambo shit
This that park that hoe, come back in a 'Rari shit
This that make these niggas jump off the motherfuckin' bridge
You know what I'm talking about?
This that [?] shit
This that have a hundred, this that motherfuckin' buzz down drug
That bitch hate it, this that crib look like a small [?] on them pussies
And we cash that out
You ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
You ain't got no enemies, you ain't street
[?]
We built for [?]
CMG!
Art of Hustle
This that [?] understand

Amen
Serve a nigga raw in the same night
Fuck what you heard

Shout out to Future, I'm bumping Dirty Sprite
Real trap nigga, I come from a dirty life
They charging 30 for a birdie, that's a dirty price
Rob a nigga and serve him on the same night, dirty life
I come from that dirty, age 30, he was an OG
We used to shoot thousand in [?] till a nigga break me
And lord blessing all the trap niggas
I swear to God, I hate these rap niggas
Dirty game, niggas so lame, so quick to change for fame
Load up some choppers soon as they mention my name
10 million dollars off a mixtape, who the fuck in my lane?
Cocaine muzik, they told me to switch up the name, nope
Coke, dope, whatever you phrase it
Ain't going to make it out the hood, nigga you crazy
I got baptized in the kitchen
Lord sent a nigga a pack of chickens
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and call my plug nigga
Send the profit re-up to my plug and show you love nigga
Trying to get a hundred, flood the city, I'm like [?] nigga
Lambo pull up right behind the Phantom at the club nigga
Fuck what you heard, Lord blessing all the trap bitches
When she fuckin' me and fuckin' you, we call it our bitches
When that pussy good but the head ain't, we call 'em mal-bitches
When that pussy good and head better, we call it loud nigga
When you get a sack and don't front your partners, it ain't foul nigga
If I catch a case, then I'm going to fight it, go to trial nigga
If you ever reach for this here chain, shit go pow nigga
Your bitch like the Internet Safari, she on browse nigga

What you looking for?
Lord blessing all the trap niggas
Whip, whip, whip
Trying to whip a blessing up out this motherfucker nigga
I got some extra nigga, that's a blessing