(Marc Boomin´)
Aw shit, this shit on the floor
What up loud boy?
Alright

Had to call loud boy, now the crib jumpin´
Goin´ to the store, fuck niggas with a chain on, you a rich flunky
I never hug a rat bitch, ´cause they pits bust
My stupid ass hit the bitch raw, now my dick funky
Finna ramshack her off a perc 30, in a zip up hoodie
Talkin´ ´bout man I can´t get the pussy, man this bitch funny
I just drank a line raw, got my lips numbin´
Five months ago, I hit her raw, she got a big stomach
All twenty dollar bills, this a big hundred
You say your brother really got a bag, go get a brick from him
Bitch I´m good in the hood, from the D to Flint
Change was eighty dollars and a cent, told ´em keep the shit

Okay, you tryna get your money up, huh, I peeped the shit
Last year I couldn´t drive my car ´cause the heat wouldn´t fit
Now we ridin´ flyin´, on the opps outta jeeps and shit
Wake up out my sleep, shoot the Glock, I sleep with it
I got a whole pint of act, but I´m keepin´ it
Bitch take too long to come outside then I´m leavin´ her
Invest 20k into her craft, I believe in her
And she got some good pussy, I left skeet in her
Hate a dirty pussy ass bitch, when she pee it hurt
Try da young og, and you´re gonna be beneath earth
Took off Gucci in the Louis store, and let them keep the shirt

You would call me for a sixteen, or if you need the work
And no you can´t send money to my cashapp, it don´t even work
Caught my first body tryna learn how .223´s work
Before he had the AK, had a OM16 first
I´ll give you two fifty for a line if it´s clean syrup
Gulp, that´s a lean burp
I remember wearin´ too little pants, man these jeans hurt
Now I´m walkin´ out of saks fifth in Celine shirts
You can take off runinn´, I´ma still hit you ´cause the beam work
´For I had a line on the trench, It was green first
I´ll have it done the same day, how a fiend work

I´ll probably buy the pint of wock, let me see it first
Damn, why you tryna take my spot? Let me eat first
I just bought a 550, yeah it´s really mine
Now we all comin´ for his shit, we on any drive
Pay fifty racks for the Benz, and I don´t really drive
Can´t believe you thought I went broke, you a silly guy
Oh you a bird? Have you ever seen a chicken fly?
I´m kinda slurrish, I forgot, I just sipped a five
I just punched a hole in the wall, ´cause I spilled a line
Had to tell my shooter "calm down," He´ll kill a child
Fell in love with me after I dicked her down

I done got the bitch pregnant, now I´m skippin´ town
If you see me chillin´, nah I´m makin´ chicken, I don´t sit around
I know I rap, but if you still fuck with the work, It´s a brick around