Check it out, uh
I just prayed
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Keep prayin´, keep prayin´

I got leather boy (Uh)
It´s either way, by the way
I´m trippin´, sometimes I leave the house without my pistol, know I´m slippin´
I´m prayed up, but that what make me different
Nigga make me mad, I pay a visit
I´m too rich to slide, so I´ma pay that ticket (And you better come on home for me, now)
Uh, you too young to die, lil´ nigga, you better listen
Don´t think about that money, when you catch the plates, you better grip it
Ain´t have no money growin´ up, so I be tippin´
Even if it get hard, nigga, I go hard, start to finish

Rule number one, don´t disrespect my pimpin´
The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try to stop my image

The same bitches I went to pay they rent say I ain´t spend it
The feds made my knee broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother´s spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin´
The same week them niggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin´
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I´m trendin´

The crackers steady hatin´ like sayin´ my car super tinted
I´m super turned, I pay two-hundred yards for a tennis
That twenty K, you stupid ass lil´ young niggas, y´all be trippin´

Shit, I post a picture on IG with that shit on to fuck they bitches
(Frrt, frrt) I don´t even slide through here, he ain´t got no switches
Mhm, don´t even slide through here, he don´t even got no Benjis
I´ll wipe a nigga nose, get out my business
My tape drop, them niggas ain´t post my shit, that´s why I´m friendless
Don´t ask me ´bout no niggas you don´t see me with, that ain´t my business
Niggas envy a young nigga, before the rap, I was out here gettin´ it
How you flop on yo´ lil´ nigga, he ain´t even expose your feelings
But, it´s cool, still get fifty a show, this shit up to the ceilin´
I mean, it´s bool, come through in a coupe, pull up wit´ yo´ boo

Grip a tool, I see niggas be watchin´, no, I ain´t no fool
Pocket rocket, this ain´t no route, this off of trappin´, fool
Pull out them blues, bitch ain´t Ice Spice, but, I get up in that mood

Rule number one, don´t disrespect my pimpin´
The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try to stop my image
The same bitches I went to pay they rent say I ain´t spend it
The feds made my knee broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother´s spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin´

The same week them niggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin´
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I´m trendin´

I watch when niggas try do U-turns
Niggas watch you grind it up but still watch what you earn
We´ll scratch nigga out like a bitch went and got a new perm
Years ago I said I wan´ double back, oh, bitch, I´m too firm, it ain´t no U-turn
It ain´t no doublin´ back, run up several Ms
I´m tryna double that, bitch, don´t fuck up the ten, nigga
It ain´t no lovin´ that, once the niggas take it to IG, it ain´t no comin´ back
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

Fuck that, true to myself
I stay true to my bitch
I stay true to my clique, I stay true to this shit
Hoes wouldn´t fuck me if I ain´t have no bag, I´m through with that bitch
Says she´ll love me if I ain´t have no bag, I see through the bitch
Shit, I´m through with that ho
I´m done lootin´ the folks
Got the Bubbas for eleven, got to trappin´ to choke
Ugly bitch think she finessin´, she be flexin´ the poor
Real mean with the wrist, I can whip up some coke
Splash that bitch with some water, turn that shit to some dough

Niggas be out here hatin´ and shit, so that pistol I tote
So that pistol I tote (Ooh-ah-ah-ah)