(It´s a Wayne beat)
No cap in my rap, nigga
When I rap, nigga
I´m so fucked up, I´ll probably be strapped with
I´ll probably still fuck, alright

I might pull up with a strap on me

Twenty thousand dollars and some Act´ on me
And I don´t smoke weed, I got a Black on me
I really wanna prove a point, I wanna smack somethin´
Half a M, I got a knick-knack on me
Two sticks and a Glock, I got a Kit Kat on me
You wanna go out to eat with Bud? That´s my fat cousin
And he funnier than a bitch, but he´ll smack for me
And this was way before I even had money
Yeah, she pretty in the face, but got a bad structure
We just walked in Blue Flame, leave the tab open
Every time I see a mall, I gotta grab somethin´
But I´m only Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga, I never had nothin´

Thirty ain´t work, who got a Lortab for me?
I been movin´ all day like a cab service
Nigga stole the zip, we put a slab on him
But it ain´t really ´bout the pape´, I never had nothin´
You gotta hit me with that face ´cause why you got a pad on you?
Like, why you pull up knowin´ damn well your ass bloody?
Hit a stripper Sunday night, caught crabs Monday

I gotta stop that shit, man, like, that shit really don´t be cool

I´m out in L.A., who got a bag for me?
You ain´t really rich for real if your stash money
Who got another crib? I´m tryna grab somethin´

That bitch ass look real, that´s why I grabbed on it
But her feet was kind of big, so I passed on her
Told you ´bout shootin´ with Sosa, he´ll pass on you
I know some niggas in the feds been sittin´ so long they ass hurt
I know a doctor who´ll write a Kia script, bro, this cash purple
Just know I´m BP if I upload a turtle shell
He drunk so much green, they done sent him to a turtle jail
Hustle, I just made a hamburger sale
Your baby daddy should´ve did that, he the burger man
Most niggas can´t even write in cursive well
He done signed the contact, this nigga dumb as hell

Pull up to the trenches, ask ´em, "Who got a gun for sale?"
I did forty-four months ´cause I ain´t wanna tell
His lil´ ass couldn´t even do a month in jail
Who got some real weed? This got another smell
I´m tired of people askin´ why my cousin tell
I hope that nigga go to jail and don´t get nothin´ in his mail
Bitch, I´m legit, I don´t run from 12
In my TRX, not a striker, I paid one-twelve
KB beat the nigga ass, then his gun fell
Mike picked it up, dropped a dozen shells
I got confidence, I´ll punch at will
They´ll give you a half of million, all blues, that´s why I fuck with Will
I bought my cars from the dealership, I don´t fuck with Sam
Like, how y´all give me forty-four months for a couple grams?