Shoot 'em up

a necklace (Ice) Young nigga scrapin' them extras (Skrrt) Movin' 'em blocks, no Tetris (Blocks) Wrap 'em a lot like Texas [Chorus: Quavo] I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out

in the sun Cuban link look like a box of crayons I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne I told the judge, "F--k it", I'm going on the run You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond [Hook/Chorus - Lil Baby] And I'm getting by, let 'em