808 Mafia Ayy, we gon´ switch it up a lil´ bit Ayy, we doin´ all high speed Talkin´ ´bout that skrrt, know what I´m sayin´? Turn up, turn up
Can fuck on any bitch I want ´cause I´m conceited At this point, I want the drugs, they really know I need it Get it low from the plug then I take it back to get remixed Steady runnin´ off on your plug, you know that ain´t no street shit Ridin´ ´round with a hundred racks sittin´ on me Ridin´ ´round through the whole city by my lonely I don´t ride around with different niggas, just my homies (Facts) Ridin´ ´round got them drugs stashed ´cause they on me (Turn up) You told me don´t come with ratchet (Fuck that) Police come, I´ma stash it Ride around, servin´ them Xannies Half of my homies addicts
The check gon´ bounce, you cash it (Yeah) You let a scammer crack it (Scammer) She´ll let me get in her panties (Panties) Ran from the jakes from the bando (Yeah) I was down broke to the canvas Bring me a stick when I´m landin´ (Let´s go) Back from Cali with samples First class with a couple of bandits (You know) I don´t know how to panic Will I shoot that Glock, I´m frantic You don´t got it, I got it Thats just part of my savage Yeah, yeah, yeah, addicted to medication I´m not a demonstration (No, no) Designer for all my ladies (Big drip) And you be fresh on occasions (Yeah) I lick the Perc off her navel (Yeah) One of my hoes ain´t stable (Yeah)
She loyal, so you know I pay you Mouth open, I give you a facial I decided to sign with a label A lot of these niggas ungrateful You like youngin´ with no label I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´ Say I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´, I´m leanin´ Fuck it, put your head back, drink this semen Fuck it, if you don´t swallow, you gotta clean it Fuck it, like my gas musty, thats that gas, dummy Gotta keep them bags comin´ Whole pill, no half of it No pills, I act stubborn Gotta do the dash on it Fucked up my last apartment (Turn up) Far from the back, it farted
Went to a show in New Orleans She wanna party with Bardi Pardon the body (Yeah) Won´t say sorry (Sorry) I love you hardly (Hardly) I love you barely (Barely) Shorty shoot like Jerry You rockin´ them fake Amiri´s How niggas gonna take you seriously? My shorty got booked for delivery That cancer eatin´ his kidney My goal is road to riches His goal, to roll a Bentley His case, they hold him in it And he been gone a minute, yeah