Lifers (feat. Key Glock, Foogiano & Ola Runt)

Key Glock/Gucci Mane/Lil Yachty：
30 you a motherf**kin' fool n***a
Glock
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Yeah yeah
Wop
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gucci Mane：
I heard my buddy went out bad but I'm nothin' like my buddy 'nem
Well d**n
He went out sad it made me mad now I can't even f**k with him
Wow
Them suckers them what's up with them
I buck on them scuff up them Timbs
Petty hustles predators pressure them then they crumble them
Cripple n***a s**tbag wheelchairs I humble them
Bullets get to flippin' and fumblin' and tumblin'
"Gucci Mane hey let's jump him" nobody jumpin' him
No
One man two handguns that's what you up against
My right arm is so-called strong why is the muscle big
From whippin' d**e in my long-johns I made it jump again
I don't know where you from holme but you best come again
Ain't nobody sold more d**e than me but Mexicans
It's Gucci Wop
Key Glock：
Haha ayy I just broke my thumb again
Yeah I been runnin' up my money I can't run up out a win
Yup I was runnin' wild had to hold it down
My mom was in the pen'
And I still hold it down too my mama ain't raise no d**n fool
Yeah I'm Big Glock I do big s**t boy I ain't nothin' like you
I'm flexin' hard with my young black a*s and all my cash is blue
I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I'm just twenty-two
They like "How the f**k he get that" S**t I been gettin' to it
Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves yeah b***h I been makin' moves
Yeah stuntin' too hard I had to play it cool
Mama told me them boys ain't cool
Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two
Yeah b***h we a terrible two
This watch right here cost a Lam' truck but
S**t I think I want a Lam' truck too
Foogiano/Key Glock：
S**t for real n***a
N***a ain't play with this one man
Nothin'
F**k you talkin' 'bout Mob
Yeah
Foogiano：
More money more problems
I don't give a f**k I keep a revolver
If you got a problem know I'ma solve 'em
Ain't heard 'bout me then n***a go search your browser
I was posted up on Joe Brown for real
We was robbers we wasn't workin' no deal
Smokin' gas that s**t be loud like Malia
N***as talkin' but they know what it is huh
I got them crooked rows
Crooked
And I got them shotguns
I got them gangster n***as and they got them big guns
I got them OGs yeah they ridin' with me and they gon' kill somethin'
And I got them Pirus b***h they ain't gon' spare nothin' nah
Ola Runt：
Plug just sent a text they in
Call my country boy they gone
1017 Ola we on
Sippin' Act' don't do Patrón
Chain said burr re-up make it disappear
On that Pimp C talkin' slurred
Pop a Perc' my vision blurry
My b***h petite
Patek Philippe
Hellcat motor in my Jeep
Talkin' bars I charge a fee
Took an '05 banger beat