Ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
I´on need nobody, I would rather make–, ha-ha

You know that part already
I just gotta keep tellin´ niggas, ´cause we all do drugs, we be forgettin´ shit
Ayy, ayy (Othello on the beat)

I´on need nobody, I would rather make nothin´ outta nothin´
I been rich for my third straight summer
Make a Wraith burn rubber, goin´ speeds we ain´t even know it coulda´
I´on write raps, write a nigga name on a bullet
Weak nigga let a bitch, make him go against his brothers
Spent thirty-three hundred on a plain black hoodie
I´m sick of this, uh, huh, ayy
It´s the shit that come with the shit

Got in trouble for that hoe, I had fun with that bitch
I be treatin´ you like a family, but it´s blood in this shit
Have you slimed? Have you snaked out your cousin and shit?
Choose blood over water, don´t pour lean in the mix

Hold on, I don´t play no games, need to cut it, stop it
If I was, she know to twist it, pull it, bop it
In three days, I done poured like nine treys, fuck Tekashi
If I deactivate my ´Gram, this shit´ll piss off niggas´ stylists
They locked twin over servin´ an informant, I got the crew ready

These niggas catchin´ DB´s ju´ like Kool-Aid
"How much for the pint?", you keep on tellin´ me what you paid
"I´m just tryna beat around the bush", this ain´t charade
I ain´t never got a hoe a purse and I ain´t hit
Sosa, he a dropout plug, dealin´ high grade
Oversized cap, the cropped tee look like it ain´t fit
Free the bros, I´ma die real, how I ain´t shit?
She want me to buy her a AP, but not on my watch
She a Van Cleef junkie, buy her more, she´ll prolly OD (Phew)
A bitch come play with me twice, we was in OT

Love ain´t really love if you ain´t willin´ to die

Put my dreams to the side, and I´m livin´ ´em now
Finally squashed shit with the fives, killin´ ´em now
Ask a nigga from the bottom, do he remember the top?
My momma told me not to trust a bitch
Got us the one who they ain´t fuckin´ with
Feel bad, gettin´ too much with the sucker shit, ride, ride
Windows down, pistol out, pint on me
Just blew like fifty thou´, that was light, homie
Come sneak the pistol now, I got a knife on me
Stab me in my back, do it
Bankroll on me, all blue-ish
Been tryna keep it kosher like I´m Jewish
I´on fuck with niggas or they music
Quit on tellin´ bitches that we got into it, and you ain´t did, stupid