Conspiracy V2

Huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep

Every nigga I fuck with, they

Ever nigga I fuck with, they use they feet

Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it)

We gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches

We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off

That ain't handlin' fuckin' business

I remember them places them guns got buried

I remember them days them bullets flew over my head

I remember the fully- frr, frr, by my dreads

Huh, I'll give a man they props

It ain't real if he ain't shot, should've been shot

That shit he showin', I think that's all he got

I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back

He punched the pop

Uh, this shit done got serious

I told every nigga I love "Don't call my phone" (they watchin' us)

This shit done got serious, no lie

All these federal phones (they tapped)

This shit got serious

I know some niggas locked by the phone (conspiracy)

This shit got serious

I know some young niggas that really come chop up your homie

This shit got serious

There goes a cameraman, the feds behind that drone

This shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home

Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links

Huh, I had the hood Fox and them on security right cross the street

'Cause they know I got more checks to pick up

They know I'ma chop it right with 'em

They know I got a career

If it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em

They know I'll never forget where I'm from

Never think that I'm bigger than this shit

I know I ain't got no business at the store

So I hurry up and grab my kit

I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone

Record, and go live and shit

I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit

Got hit in they shit (smoked)

I know they catch me at this store right now

They gon' swing on this bitch

If I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch

Man, they ain't never seen no motherfuckin' Fox link up with a GOAT

You know that

Go (man, what?)

Sneaky like a fox 'til his broski died, some niggas hate to box (go)

.223 to his cranium, now his hairstylist gotta recreate his locks (brrah)

Fuckin' on an opp bitch, fuck a location, my shooters gon' stay in the car (stay in the car)

Fuckin' on a top bitch, she told me personally Wuk can stay and watch (go)

Niggas count your pockets (whoo), niggas be thinkin' they you (yeah)

Makin' me a topic like he'll make profit money off of DJU (bitch)

Courtside at the Sky game

Hundred on me, tellin' Angel Reese to shoot (shoot, shoot, shoot)

Drac' on me in the gas station for the kit, we got a minute or two

Street niggas get robbed for anything, that's how they image reduce (yeah)

All type of baddies be on me heavy, I might send 'em to Zeus (yeah)

Same nigga in the feds who had your back send that nigga a deuce (yeah)

Pushin' P, not a truce, matter of fact, tell J Mane to send me some Whoops (whoop)

Hellstar with a Louis bucket, y'all know Smurk be thuggin' (facts)

I still play Lil Zay at my family function, man, fuck my cousin

I don't look up to niggas we call OGs, them niggas ain't taught me nothin' (go)

Daddy went to jail and he left that money, them niggas ain't bought me nothin' (niggas ain't)

Niggas paid five thou'-wow for a pint

Mm, this shit got serious (shit got serious)

Janky ass tryna sue Smurk for a show, better go sue your veneers (yeah)

You talk too much, lil' brother, calm down

How they know who you killed? (Go)

You talk too much, lil' brother, calm down

The feds know who you is (go, man what?)