What they be sayin´?
(1-800 for you)
Okay
(What am I here?)
Boyz in this bitch, nigga

It´s nine in the morning, I just woke up
Before I make an egg sandwich, I cook dope up
Walked out of Gucci with some boxes, bought the store up
Couple shots, hit him up top, shape his fro up
These bitches out here actin´ childish, need to grow up
I got bars for ninety dollars, but it´s blow up
I want smoke with all these pussy niggas, tell ´em roll up
I heard you caught a lil´ body, nigga, so what?
I can get ten niggas dropped like my dad Italian
I been chasin´ money bags like I´m Meg Thee Stallion
Committed to the dope game, I make sales with passion
Shootin´ dice with Louis on, takin´ L´s in fashion

BJ swipe with Gucci on, he do scams with fashion
I love the Wockhardt so much, I can spell it backwards
The nigga really shot at me, can you spell casket?
I made a million last week, can you tell I´m cappin´?
Pew, that´s how you niggas sound
Let me cut the work for you, I mix like DJ Brown (The realest)
Nowadays, if you shit talk, you stealin´ Rio´s style
And if you rap ´bout swipin´ cards, you took Teejay´s sound
A middleman and bricks of soft, we on three-way now
I really get the work gone, I need an E-way now
Bitch, I road run for real, I´m on the freeway now

I just threw bro a, yeah
I just threw bro a lob, press replay now
Brody said we gon´ come up long as we stay down
I ain´t never broke the code, so I won´t start now
I´m havin´ withdrawals off drank, I gotta fart now
I used to chase niggas on feet, I got a car now
I see you got a Hellcat, how much you drop down?
Broke ass couldn´t even make a payment, it won´t start now
.308 go far, I could knock a fuckin´ star down
I can get a nigga whacked without sayin´ nothin´
All I gotta do is nod my head and them K´s bustin´
Brush a nigga head with .223´s, I see waves comin´
Last nigga tried some bullshit, he in the grave or somethin´

How you gon´ put me on a flight where I ain´t say I´m comin´?
He Cash App-ed me a deposit, I got paid for nothin´
In the trap for seven days straight, damn near made a hundred
Get rid of all the dope and move the guns, I feel a raid comin´
Drivin´ on the sidewalk, I seen an opp walkin´
I ain´t have to say too much, the Glock start talkin´
Went to the ER with my son, he had a bad fever
The doc´ was actin´ real cool, so I started coughin´
Aim a .50 cal at your body, knock parts off it
Bitch pussy clean, I´ll lick some Wockhardt off it
The chicken I just made, you can´t put no hot sauce on it

Don´t judge me if I paid you once to fuck, I had a boss moment
That nigga fumbled with the sack, the crowd lost momentum
Fuck swiping, I spend cash ´cause it´s more simple
Bitch, that´s a scar on my right cheek, them ain´t no pimples
You ask me ´bout that shit again, I´m uppin´ four-nickel

Listen, man, don´t ask me shit else ´bout my face, man
Ain´t no motherfuckin´ pimple, bitch
I been through real shit in my life
Dumbass