Peak
89
Weeks
1
Score
49
Chart Year
2025
Because everybody glorifyin' all the wrong shit now And the streets ain't really, ain't I mean, at the end of the day, the city, the world gon' always have snitches and rats and fuck niggas Like, that shit gon' be regardless, you feel what I'm sayin'? I just feel like now, it's just more, it's makin' the moves Back then, there used to be consequences for niggas that's snitchin' and shit (COUPE) Fifty million up, I ain't sell my catalog 'cause I got real guts Quit drinkin' but I got some Wock' seals tucked I'm a player, I can't pay no bitch to let me fuck But I'll look out for her if she need a couple bucks Mossberg pump gave his ass a couple bucks Goal line, fourth and inches, all I know is rush We'll catch your ass in traffic even if it's rush I don't argue, I'd rather let my blick fuss Hold your blick up, hold your blick up If rap wasn't workin', I'd probably rob a Brinks truck Lost a couple brothers, that's the reason why I'm inked up He was pillow-talkin', that's what got his ass beamed up Opps keep on dyin', why the fuck you think they teamed up? Real deal bogeyman, we comes through and cleans up We don't spare nobody, we'll hit your teams up Twenty-time champ, gotta use my feet to hold my rings up Hit her from the back and watch her cream up She's a diva, and a demon She so fine, I got her pregnant off my precum This nerd-ass nigga probably tweet some Big 4L, we control-alt-delete some Kick a door and hit a lick, we tryna breach some We was young, chasin' hoes, hide-and-seek some All this fuckin' steppin', need to get my feet done Get your ass smacked, actin' like you seen some Keep your mouth closed 'fore we get your teeth done UAV inside your hood, we finna sweep some Vibes askin' for the Percs, you know I keep some She keep suckin' me like that and she gon' be some Too much '42, she askin' me to eat some Bitch, you must've lost your mind, I came to beat some (Beat some) When you make your step to, for me When these bitch-ass niggas That's when they think they know you and your aura-ly Like Nudy got it, Nudy still got that aura, like, oh You don't know, oh, fuck y'all That's the different aura, bro That's it Yeah, yeah Bitch, you must done lost your mind, I came to beat some (Pshh) Hahahaha, yeah I been posted all day, I'm a Zone 6 nigga for real (For real) Niggas know what's up with Slimeball, I'm havin' them deals (Havin' deals) Have 'em comin' in my trap right now, you can make you a meal If I feel like you pussy, nigga, I'm takin', for real (I'm takin') I been takin' niggas' shit for a minute (Yeah) I came from the place where you gotta go and spend it (Yessir) If you pussy with it, then somebody take him with it (Gimme that) Haha, yeah, and they'll take your life with it (Gimme that) Better keep it on you, ain't no slippin' in the trap (No) If you in your hood, nigga, better keep that strap (Strap) Feelin' like you butt naked when you never with it (Damn) And you got them chains on, boy, this shit get chilly (Get chilly) Sendin' out that hot shit, know you ain't with spinnin' (Uh-uh) Go on in the house 'cause this shit out here get wicked (This shit get wicked) Young nigga got that trip and he trippin' (He trippin') Y'all niggas out here gettin' too friendly (Goddamn) All that wantin' to clique up? Man, give it up (Give it up) Niggas ain't gang enough, who the fuck is bro? (Huh?) Niggas not dangerous enough to hang with us (Huh?) Yeah (Huh? Huh? Huh?) If you ain't slid for your brother and he got killed, you a bitch, nigga (You a bitch, nigga) I'm just lettin' y'all niggas know, that's shit that I ain't never did (Never did) If I can't handle it myself, you know that money all in (All in) I'll make your brother backstab you, nigga, fuck a friend (Fuck a friend) I don't care nothin' 'bout your twin, your twin'll do you in (Your twin'll) Man, y'all broke-ass niggas ain't seen a ten, I'll give you two tens (Two tens) Man, these niggas'll do it, they don't give a fuck 'bout turnin' they brother in (Nah) Man, these streets, this shit ain't got no love, that's why I'm goin' in (Goin' in, uh-uh) Man, this street shit got homicide, these niggas ain't got it (Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah)
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Dec 27, 2025 | 89 | 37 |