CPR (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: MGM Lett]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Al Geno on the track)
This sh*t strictly for the motherf*ckin' streets, n*gga

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
This that street sh*t, drop that sh*t, get everybody crunk
On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk
This that G sh*t, hear this sh*t out everybody trunk
Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed
I made this sh*t for the hood
The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush
Where was y'all antennas when this sh*t wasn't good?
Four shots to the body left me scarred
I stitched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR

[Verse 1: MGM Lett]
Wake 'em up
I grew up off dice, my point-six, bet it shake 'em up
This ain't another n*gga chain, broke n*gga, I'm the owner
I got like twenty P's left, do anybody want 'em?
Twenty thousand for the Cuban, b*tch, and that's without the pendant
Lot of n*ggas gettin' money, but a lot of them won't spend it
I trap all around the globe, you out of town, you still can get it
n*gga got caught and he told, police still didn't reduce his sentence
n*ggas snitchin' for no reason
I just brought the f*ckin' trap back like Jeezy
It's a big difference between hungry and greedy
I got a twenty piece left, do anybody need it?
Put the FN on his lip, let it kiss a n*gga good
n*gga ask me where I'm from, I say the Wish a n*gga Woods
I don't need her, I would leave her, you can have her, she can go
I rock Christian Dior, Dior, rest in paradise Pop Smoke
COVID-19 on these n*ggas, I'm so sick of y'all
I just sold twenty bags this morning, that's a fifty ball
n*ggas some fiends for that dope, they takin' fentanyl
I wait my turn, but I'ma score every time I get the ball, yeah, yeah
Slam dunk in the rim
My weed ain't got no legs, but it jump out the gym
Hard on the internet, he get slumped when I see him
If you wanna live like this, sell a P, b*tch
Stay up on the sidewalk, n*gga, this that street sh*t
[Chorus: MGM Lett]
Drop that sh*t, get everybody crunk
On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk
This that G sh*t, hear this sh*t out everybody trunk
Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed
I made this sh*t for the hood
The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush
Where was y'all antennas when this sh*t wasn't good?
Four shots to the body left me scarred
I stitched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Smoke opp packs, ain't tryna catch a [?]
'Fore cops had signed, we got to wait for 12
I know youngins who benefit for a livin', they got to wait in jail
Take time to sit down and write a stand know a (...) dirty spill
Bought some bags for the bros, I ain't puttin' her on
She ask me “What's in this wood?” Somebody homie
This that project baby sh*t, won't fight everybody ride
f*cked a booster and woke up [?], text her everybody sides
Been had knew them hoes flipped flop off everybody slide
[?]
b*tches stabbed me in my back, I still got everybody knives
[?], money give you everybody vibe

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
Drop that sh*t, get everybody crunk
On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk
This that G sh*t, hear this sh*t out everybody trunk
Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed
I made this sh*t for the hood
The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush
Where was y'all antennas when this sh*t wasn't good?
Four shots to the body left me scarred
I stitched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR