I was gonna talk to y´all niggas man
But I forgot I don´t even talk to niggas (Yeah) who don´t make fifteen hundred a day, fuck no bitches, or wear no designer (At all)

Y´all niggas´ phone slow as hell, man, don´t think about me, man
I´ll get to buyin´ niggas
(You won´t leave him a clue? Please, for my man Taz)
Yeah (For real)

It´s a cold game, I´m just warmin´ up
Shorts one of one, still one and done
A young nigga slicin´ shit like it´s Pizza Hut
I got her rushin´ out the house, I just beat once
Break the pill with me, spilt the bean with me, geek up
Rich junkie boy, take a Xan´, I´m asleep, bruh
Said her biggest dream was givin´ head on a tour bus
All these bitches tryna get up on me, but I bro´d ´em

Ask Trey, man, I spent a dub just on flared pants
She ain´t know the seats give you hugs in them big Benzes
All my bitches gotta own a business, I don´t fuck strippers, keep that
Tellin´-ass nigga, I´m glad I ain´t do no crime with you
This a Cali´ pack, bust the seal, smell the time difference
Ain´t no internet beefin´ near me, boy, we drop niggas
The last skit we did, I think dog dropped a dime on ´em
Did a lot of shit to this day ´cause it´s Fox footage

Yeah, got her runnin´ to my house after you beat her up (Beat her up)

I´m rich and still order hits like I´m Pizza Hut (Yeah)
He bangin´ Crip, but he throw B´s in that Bentley truck (In that Bentley truck)
You niggas braggin´ bout them hoes we already fucked (Yeah)
Brrt, brrt, brrt, make sure that bad man die (Bad man die)
Girl, I´m on the move, just move your drawers to the side (Alright)
You can tell I´m leanin´, I pour fours in a pint (For real)
I book her a flight, she think I´m changin´ her life
She ain´t know the big body Benz was gon´ hug her (Yeah)
I can´t speak to nothin´, I be fuckin´ in the public (Yeah)

Unc´ an oldhead, he wrap bricks like a mummy (For real)
Wan´ kill his whole gang, ten niggas cost a hundred (Yeah)

Yeah, niggas on the mic talkin´ money, but ain´t havin´ nothin´ (They ain´t havin´ nothin´)
If she see these bands in my pocket, boy, I know she fuckin´ (Yeah)
All you hear is, "Pew," that´s a rocket, better get to duckin´ (Pew, pew)
Think I play for Tampa Bay, I be gettin´ bucks in (Get them bucks in)
Get your bitch, she keep blowin up my phoneline
I´m with Veeze and lil´ Rob and them bros got like four knots
Lil´ nigga showin´ ten, I can make that shit in no time

She want me to buy a bag, man, you must´ve lost your whole mind
Bitch, I got up on the grind, got them bands, and I put it up
Dumb nigga spendin´ bands on a ho, but ain´t even fuck
Man, niggas actin´ bad on the ´Gram, but ain´t even tough
Kind of feelin´ like I´m Baby, I got all four pockets stuffed (My shit stuffed)
I got four pockets full, nigga feel like Baby
Vulture Island shit, biggest Skii, nigga, Wavy Navy
Nigga brought his bitch to my show, then I hit his lady
Nigga say he wanna book a show, tell the nigga pay me (Nigga, pay me)

Yeah
Gang, gang
You know we really havin´ over here, man
Y´all niggas broke as shit