Ever (Yeah)
I´m finna get mean
Turn up the circuits
Turn up the

What?
I´m tryna break me a back
Yeah, I´m tryna break me a spine
I´m tryna pour me a eight
Yeah, I´m tryna pour me a dime
I´m tryna order a crate
Yeah, ain´t never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
Mm
(Alright)

Deal me personally, nigga, I´m poppin´
I´m makin´ the calls, I´m pointin´ the fingers, I´m gettin´ ´em dropped
Well, well
Ball off to that judge with the red shells

He pissy, can´t do nothin´ to me
He pussy, his bitch wanna do me
I ain´t trippin´, she came from The Boonies
Like fuck it, I said it, come show me
It´s over, I did it, they owe me
Mm, mm, mm, mm-hmm
Fuckin´ ´em up, skrrt on they ass (Huh)
I ran up them Ms and spend it on glass
Fuck, niggas, ain´t got no paper, huh, huh
They goin´ to water, don´t run out of money
I´m payin´ to hit with your ho? Ayy, you trippin´, buddy
Ha-ha (Ha), ha-ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Throw money up in the eco´ (Mm)
Shootin´ that bitch like a free throw
Maybach since I was a vito (What?)
My brother, my twin, Cardo

I still put the drugs in the cargo (Yeah)
They bills ain´t more than my car note (Shoo)
These bitches is buyable, barcode (Yeah)
Huh, run it on auto, yup
The money the motto

What?
I´m tryna break me a back
Yeah, I´m tryna break me a spine
I´m tryna pour me a eight
Yeah, I´m tryna pour me a dime
I´m tryna order a crate
Yeah, ain´t never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
Mm
(Alright)