Bonjour

I don't even wanna

You know

Gang shit

Gang gang

It's five in the morning

Can't believe I made it (Uh-huh)

Used to wake up, get faded (Yeah)

This Hollywood shit was foreign to me

Like I just hopped off the slave ship

These niggas signing two million dollars

360 Deals, gettin' on some slave shit

Popped out on the opps with the Glock in my

Hand like fuck it, I was on some brave shit

Me and lil' bro hop out, blaze shit

We ain't need no special occasion (Nah)

Go do two shows then come home with eighty, this shit brazen

This street shit out here changin' (Uh-huh)

Niggas signin' affidavits

Want beef with me, I'm 'posed to be a

Street nigga, street nigga how I played it

I was on the block daily (Daily)

'Fore I got famous (Famous)

77Th to 79th, Yanks to Kingston, them was our ranges

8 AM, we up on the way to target practice, them was our ranges

Them lil' No Limit niggas, stay away from 'em, they ass dangerous

They don't need no angle (What?)

They'll kill a stranger (True)

We ain't shoot from no angle (Uh-uh)

Put that bitch in your brain, boy

Bang, boy, gang gang, boy

Exotic pack, new thang, boy

It's goin' down in Illinois

Your boy shoot like Villanova

Ballin' like Kobe

I know what you do, get bored, hit Zach, spin twenty-four

Swervo, why you ain't got no feelings? 'Cause I'm gangster to the core

Perc' 30 make me fuck this escort

Gotta go get a Plan B from the store

'Cause I just had a lil' boy

Closet got more Gucci drip than yours

Keep at least a lil' fifty balled in the drawer

Withdraw a hundred, deposit four

Ain't gotta look over my shoulder no more

We went way, way up on the score

My crib way, way up on the floor

Like fifty them bitches above yours

And I get right off the plane, hop in a foreign Bonjour (Uh)

Pull up in a foreign Bonjour

Who got a Bentley Sprint? I'ma take that bitch on tour

Who got a new Draco? I'ma take that bitch on tour

Tes got a brand new money counter, I'ma take that bitch for sure

They tryna ride my wave, they gon' take that bitch to shore

I'm livin' thug life like Tupac Shakur

Swervo, you always rap about Tupac Shakur

See you in a black Benz, I hope you got that Glock in yours

Niggas ain't takin' care they business, you on top of yours

These hoes fuckin' up they paper, they ain't stoppin' yours

Bought a portable studio, I'ma take that bitch on tour

All these niggas new shit trash, when you droppin' yours?

Everybody claim they in they bag, when you gon' hop in yours?

Oh, you in a Jag? I ride G12, fuck is that, a Ford?

Laughin' at the review, high speed

With the Jakes, fuck is that, a Ford?

Soon as we jumped on the E-Way, they ain't even wanna chase no more

But I ain't been to the hood, they don't see my face no more

This shit got way too good to be true

I wasn't fightin' the case no more

Fuck what you do, Chiraq ain't safe no more

Lost Cap, I can't holler at my ace no more

Mad zips to the face no more

Had purchases straight did, they're out of court

Switch whips, hit Lake Shore

Seen what happened to that boy, I had to pour a four

Deuces wasn't doin' shit for me no more, I had to pour a four

Soldiers and juices wasn't doin' shit

For me no more, I had to pour a raw

That shit get the best of me and I be rash snore

Wake up, think 'bout my dogs, next thing I know I'm droppin' some more

I was eighteen, ridin' foreigns, Bonjour

Fuckin' cougars would've tried to put this dick in some more

Still was fuckin' bitches my age, might've put dick in your door

Some days was broke as fuck, no homo, hid my dick in the floor

Had to get shit in order

Thirty in the Ruger clip, I wish that bitch fit some more in there

BBs in the dweller look like I hit that bitch with some water

BD, GD, Stone, whatever, get some money 'cause I ain't have a quarter

Long live that nigga Zach TV, heard he had a daughter

The police here ain't solvin' murders, this ain't Law & Order