When your wrist like this, you don´t check the forecast
Every day it´s gon´ rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, ain´t whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah

From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
Ain´t worried ´bout you, I´ma do what I do
And I do my thing (Do my thing)

Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
Don´t stand too close, diamonds kickbox
Think red means go so I don´t stop
I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin´
You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches
Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it´s no difference
I ain´t never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won´t do it
If I put it on a song, I seen it or been through it

I can´t put it in my song, I know how the feds move
Scream free all of the ahks but I ain´t no FamGoon
Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancún
Got the crowd goin´ dumb but I ain´t no damn fool
If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too
We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes

When your wrist like this, you don´t check the forecast
Every day it´s gon´ rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, ain´t whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)

Ain´t worried ´bout you, I´ma do what I do
And I do my thing (Do my thing)
When your wrist like this, you don´t check the forecast
Every day it´s gon´ rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, ain´t whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
Ain´t worried ´bout you, I´ma do what I do
And I do my thing (Do my thing)

Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I´m a dope boy, no cap
I´m living my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won´t work, it won´t last
Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag

Ain´t been home in a month, got my ho mad
They need me in the trap but I can´t go back
I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab
I got M´s in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dawg status, I ain´t gotta sell drugs
Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah
New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it disappear

When your wrist like this, you don´t check the forecast
Every day it´s gon´ rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, ain´t whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense

But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
Ain´t worried ´bout you, I´ma do what I do
And I do my thing (Do my thing)
When your wrist like this, you don´t check the forecast
Every day it´s gon´ rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, ain´t whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
Ain´t worried ´bout you, I´ma do what I do
And I do my thing (Do my thing)