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Intro
And I got shooters that'll shoot Guess they in they feelings, bruh
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you Let's get it
Blame what I went through

Verse 1
Soon as I get up out of bed, I grab my Glock, make sure it's cocked
One in the head, I'm paranoid
Wish I was not, wish it would stop
But it won't, can't trust a bitch and fuck an opp
That show I think, that's how I move, that's how I rock Uh
Shout out my block
Man, we don't respect you, boy, you talk to cops You talk to cops
I just bought a brand new Draco, thirty shots Grrr
Oh, and a mop, and a helicop' Grrr
That's a chop Grrr
Extra bullets in my socks just in case it's up It's up, it's up
Armed and dangerous Huh
Man, don't play with us Man, don't play with us
We really rich, y'all really broke, fuck you gon' say to us Fuck you gon' say to us
Tell that man come get his bitch, she tryna stay with us Ooh
And I'm off that cognac Huh
Brand new piece, got it from Luxe, look how they froze that VVS
Still spendin' money from 2016, bet they ain't know that Know that
They said I was broke, check my account, fuck am I broke at
Yeah, snow that
I'm the Big Steppa Huh
The big red, the big head RedLyfe
Ten niggas, that's ten glizzy's with ten legs Grr, grr, grr
Pillow talkin' niggas, all in a bitch bed Hoe
Don't tell me about no hoe, fuck what a bitch said Hoe

Pre-Chorus
Y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much
Man, go get a buck Man, go get a buck
If your money low then get it up Get it up
Stop all that whinin' shit, stop all that bitchin' up Pussy
You wanna be rich or what
You wanna die broke or live it up

Chorus
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you
Blame what I went through
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
And when they count me out, I count my money too
Sippin' on some shit that got my head goin'
And if that nigga end up dead, it's probably 'cause he was dead wrong

Verse 2
Livin' good but still could pull up in that 'Rari in the hood Skrr, skrr, skrr
No bodyguards, just a couple shooters that will bend your hood Grr, grr, baow
Mob shit and we ain't never on no star shit
Just parked up with a couple niggas that will park shit Grrr
Lookin' like a target but I'm cautious Uh-huh
We not tryna end ya life so don't start shit No, don't that
Big Royce with the stars look like a starship Ooh, ooh
.380, lil' baby on me, that's my dog shit That's my dog
I'm the Big Don, the Big Pen, the Big Fish Big Fish
I'm with ten hitters, that's ten Glocks with ten clips Grr, grr
They claim they real niggas but they got bitch lips Mm-hmm
Don't tell me about them niggas, they on some simp shit Mm-hmm

Pre-Chorus
Man, y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much
Man, go get a buck Man, go get a buck
If your money low then get it up Get it up
Stop all that whinin' shit, stop all that bitchin' up Pussy
You wanna be rich or what
You wanna die broke or live it up

Chorus
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you
Blame what I went through
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
And when they count me out, I count my money too
Sippin' on some shit that got my head goin'
And if that nigga end up dead, it's probably 'cause he was dead wrong