Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA Three, two, one, shit, I´m finna give a PSA Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein´ brave Five seconds left up on the clock, I´m hittin´ buzzer beaters Six bars for twenty-K, I just knocked out another feature Seven seas how I´m drippin´, I create sauce Tell the opps, I´m last one in the hole just like a 8-ball 9-1-1, call them bastards, fire in the booth Ten out of ten times, can tell a liar from the truth It´s eleven-eleven, you better make a wish At eleven, I turn thirteen like twelve ain´t exist Catch me hoppin´ out your bushes, it´s Friday the 13th (We´ll turn your block to Crystal Lake)
Fourteen grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip Cuddy just made fifteen in a day, he servin´ in the sticks Sweet sixteen of the Wocky, I´ma break the bracket The Glocky hold a seventeen today, I played it standard (I ain´t wanna stick out in public) If the eighteen wheeler make it back, just know I´m rubber band man, just like David Banner I was nineteen with a plan, but they ain´t understand 20/20 vision off the shrooms, I´m in Wonderland Lil´ brodie steady clutchin´, he a savage, twenty-one Twenty-two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck Twenty-three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I´m G.O.A.T
Twenty-four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it´s the up Twenty-fifth of December, that´s the type of gift that I am Twenty-six different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam Scrumble touch down with twenty-seven like he Eddie George Actin´ like he sellin´ twenty-eights, how much you bet he poor? On the twenty-ninth, he gettin´ fired because dawg a temp Hustle that´s instilled in me, could score a thirty off the bench Thirty-one, he rollin´ Reggie, sippin´ Miller Lite Opps say they got thirty, I tote thirty-two ´cause it´s on sight
Thirty-three, I pour a three then double back, I´m finna fly Thirty-four people in front of you, you gotta sit in line Thirty-five, rollin´ up Durantulas, these three fives Why your wrist on thirty-six? You know you lookin´ weak, guy It´s thirty-seven different reasons I can´t stop hustlin´ Up the .38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin´ Why you tryna beef with me, like ain´t you thirty-nine? Shooter got .40 with a mop for all you dirty guys Forty-one, I´m fadin´ off the drugs, I´m finna do the dirt My Audemar a forty-two, like all I had to do was work
Forty-three days without drank, the monkey grabbin´ on my shirt Forty-four outside, but bitch, I´m sweatin´, active off a Perc´ Forty-five plus fifty-five, that´s me, like add me up, you nerd Paid Habibi forty-six, don´t even ask me why he purged They think I play with trick dice, I rolled like forty sevens First forty-eight, you a snitch Forty-nine times out of fifty, I think you would switch Fifty rackies if you never seen that lil´ boy, you a shrimp
Fifty-one lines in, forty-nine to go (Haha, had to switch the beat on ´em) It´s fifty-two cards in the deck, I played the ones they gave me Fifty-three, I´m fifth thirds, I played the bank so crazy Fifty-four nights on the road This the fifty-fifth day, still goin´ strong Fourth and fifty-six, fuck it, gang, I´m goin´ long Fifty-seven, five-seven F&N, I´m totin´ pole Fifty-eight jacks stacked double like a totem pole Fifty-nine, if he a Jack Ham, them Steelers on his dome (Look him up) It´s sixty seconds in a minute, do you use your time wisely? (Do you?) Unky said the first time that he traveled, ´61
Sixty-two hundred on my fit, you down to sixty slugs Sixty-three, doubled up the lead, it´s like six to three (They ain´t finna score again, it´s over) Boy, this life shit not a game, this not Nintendo 64 Knock sixty-five times before they let us in the door If it wasn´t for the rap, I´d be on Route 66 Or probably have like sixty-seven credit cards in the whip Ocky put a sixty-eight into his dash, he in the ditch (Boom) If they get him in that room, he gon´ sixty-nine Cruise control, I got it set at seventy, ain´t finna drive Doggy whip a 1971, he movin´ ill-advised Seventy-two, I think ´bout seven two and I look in the sky
Today´s forecast´s seventy-three, it´s lookin´ beautiful I don´t gang bang, but know some seven-fours and I can merch yo´ neck I-75 to Eight Mile, just the usual You would´ve thought the spot was seventy-six ´cause all we serve is gas Cuban hit for seventy-seven, Luka Trončić on the Mavs (Mark Cuban, you get it?) Remember ridin´ in that shooter, only goin´ seventy-eight with both feet on the gas I don´t get it, could be seventy-nine, still won´t be on my ass Eighty on me, four pockets full, a dub in each one Bro drop a eighty-one like Mamba, please don´t be dumb Eighty-two games in the season, I won´t miss nada
Chain know like eighty-three dance moves, this bitch Sada Drankheads, we done poured eighty fours, Impala (Skrrt, skrrt) Eighty-five, bet I catch the bag like Ocho Cinco (I might as well change my first name to "Chad") We´ll nuke yo´ block like Chernobyl in ´86 You rollin´ up some eighty-seven, I can´t take a hit Drop a eight, then drop a eight, it´s purple when I take a piss Dudie only got eighty-nine likes, why he take that pic? (Corny) I´m on a ninety day grind, shit, God can be the judge Walked in, only threw like ninety ones? You need to leave the club ´92 Jordan, catch me scorin´ in the clutch Ninety-three in my truck, plus, it´s in my blunt 94, hot as hell, I´m dodgin´ state troopers If they pull up with a hundred, ninety-five some fake shooters ´96 Bulls how we ball, bitch Ninety-seven percent that we tackle ´em, I call, "Blitz" Pieces ninety-eight cents each, but these bitches bussin´ Ninety-nine my overall, that ain´t shit but to go get a bucket Only right we end it here, gon´ always keep this shit a hundred