(Ooh, SAV killed it)
Alright
I´m back in this, hey, nigga, I´m back, nigga, fuck what y´all niggas talkin´ ´bout

Alright

Okay, I´m back, I took a break, it was temporary
I made damn near ninety racks off "Legendary"
Free the ghetto, he´ll be home ´round February
Bitch asked when I´ma spend some time with her, I said, "Neveruary"
Tryna make a million cash in my itinerary
Got some rap money and bought a bunch of artillery
I´m good in every state I go to, these niggas scared of me
Fuck a Pitbull, bitch, I´m the dog, be aware of me
Too much lean and Percocets, got me scared to sleep
Hit a bitch raw, I think she burned me, got me scared to pee

Mask on when I start bustin´, it was never me
I think I´m finna rap ninety bars, don´t wanna share the beat

Sixty-five-inch flatscreens sittin´ in every room
Sorry, baby, I can´t love you ´cause I married food
White bitch with some big titties look like Betty Boop
PLR got a gas tube, I´ll let it poot
Glock 30 came small as hell but mean big business
Bitch started playin´ with my sack, so I hit-sticked her
Wocky in my cup, you pourin´ green, it´s a big difference
Skate down your block and pop an opp top while I´m kickflippin´

Ayy, what up, SDot?
I swear, my white boy sold more dog than a pet shop
I was overdue, she gave me head at the rest stop
Gen4 .357, I buy the best Glocks

Ridin´ down I-75, just passed Big Beaver
Police got behind me, I hid the pills in the bitch cleavage
Went and picked up a bitch for nothin´, she was misleadin´
Fucked up in the head, I be happy if I catch a bitch cheatin´
Get the fuck gone, like, bitch, beat it
Got her comfortable, made her tell me all her deep secrets
Told the bitch that I love her once, but I didn´t mean it

PLR with a shellcatcher, you can meet Jesus
??? when I go to sleep, I be fightin´ demons
Drunk a pint fast, ain´t no more, now it got me fiendin´
Fiend got down on me for thirty pills ´cause I didn´t read ´em
Told me they was Percocets tens, but they was seven-fifties

Seven hundred blues in my stash spot
Red-tipped shells in a black Glock
Two headshots´ll leave a nigga flatter than a laptop
Sorry to inform you, this ain´t Wock´, this an Act´ pop
I know I´m gettin´ money, but I act broke
Fell asleep in the car for two days, feel like my back broke

My new bitch pretty and she thicker than crack smoke
I´m damn near a millionaire, what I´ma buy a Hellcat for?

Paid the bitch to fuck, her pussy trash, I want my money back
Last week, Trael FaceTimed me with two hundred racks
Beat the lining out this bitch pussy, I´m off a hundred-pack
I made ten off ???, bring Sunny back
That´s my favorite Arab
Twenty-two minutes is how long a whole eight last
Pablo Picasso with this K, we in paint class
Fuck the pussy, I just want some head with your stank ass

Go down the street you tryna cop some blues, ´cause I´m poppin´ mine
Peezy sent the contract I signed on a dotted line
I can never tell my bitch the truth, but I am not a liar
On the road to riches, want a ride, you gotta buy a tire
My bitch think I´m stressin´ ´cause I´m chain-smokin´ Newports
I burned the ´Cat up at Cook Park, they need a new court
I´m plugged with the plug, your mans dry, you need a new source
I swear to God, I think I say "Bitch" better than Too Short

Don´t put no weed on that scale, it´s been dope on it

I don´t even ride past my block, ain´t no hope on it
She ain´t put her mouth, she put her throat on it
Bitch acts too childish to me, she ain´t no woman
Auntie used to play with the hard, now she snowblowin´
Started trickin´ off last month, damn near went broke from it
???
The bag ain´t movin´ fast enough, so I´m slow rollin´
Clutch runnin´ in and out the crib, who left the door open?
FN bullets fast, leave a nigga heart in slow-motion

Okay, I´m ready to go hard, last year was just really practice

Pop a nigga up, then go eat me a Philly sandwich
Bitch, I ain´t trickin´ with you, that´s for kids, you silly rabbit
You worried ´bout installations, need to go buy a better mattress
Twelve years ago, I was cough syrupin´
I just clocked in the booth, I don´t think I´ll get out ´til Thursday
I done bought hoes liquor and Plan B, I never bought Birkins
Twelve lines of drank and six blues, when I walk, I´m swervin´
Ain´t no phones in the trap, I can´t talk, I´m servin´
Hit the club a hundred deep, I think we lost a person
Fancy-ass nigga, bitch, I talk in cursive
Had her suckin´ dick all night, her esophagus hurtin´