作词 : Roderick Henderson/Larry Goodwin Jr/Kyron Goodwin/Albert Goodwin/Jakob D. Hagemann

作曲 : Roderick Henderson/Larry Goodwin Jr/Kyron Goodwin/Albert Goodwin/Jakob D. Hagemann

Big 26K sh*t, n*gga

Big 2600 sh*t, n*gga

BET, 1600, 26K (KY on this motherf**ker)

Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (AlWitDaCookUp)

[Chorus: Li Rye]

Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you p***y, I ain't goin' for that

Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat b***h turned out to be a rat

You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back

Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back

Rrah, them switches never miss, b***h, I got good aim

Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name

All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame

Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame

[Verse 1: Li Rye]

I'm out in Cali clutchin' on a ghost Glock

And I keep one in the head, so when I up, I don't gotta c**k

Big 26K in every song, I put on for the block

That nigga say my name, I drop a bag, he get his noodle knocked

They took me out the trenches, but my mind still stuck in the hood

I ain't never been scared of shit, in another nigga hood, I'm still good

This Draco wood grain, just got a splinter, I be slangin' wood

I'ma keep steppin' on these niggas until the day that I feel understood

Chorus: Li Rye]

Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you p***y, I ain't goin' for that

Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat b***h turned out to be a rat

You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back

Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back

Rrah, them switches never miss, b***h, I got good aim

Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name

All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame

Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame

[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]

Blaow, tell the DA **** the chair, sign a deal, it's off from here

I protect my craft for real, I say a verse, it come out clear

Go and tell that boy don't play with me, I'ma spill his ass like beer

Yeah, this 40 got a lemon squeeze, wrong move, I shoot your ear

Call the doctor, call the feds, I don't care, still dead

I just seen somebody die, that shit been ****in' with my head

They can shoot me in the eye, won't even think it make me cry

Slangin' fire while we outside, we get it poppin', 4 July

Facts, I pay all my mama bills, wipe his chin like baby bib

Sister know she straight forever, I swear my daddy raised a stepper

I don't care none 'bout no camera, with no mask, I go'n and stretch him

You can call me Anti Demon, I been prayin' to the devil

Oh, b***h, you think a nigga sweet?

Don't get hit with heat

Sweep a nigga right up off his feet

Tell my mama every day, "Thank you, God, for making me"

Really big up in the A, can't know where my baby sleep

[Chorus: Li Rye]

Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you p***y, I ain't goin' for that

Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat b***h turned out to be a rat

You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back

Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back

Rrah, them switches never miss, b***h, I got good aim

Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name

All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame

Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame