It's recordin', gang?
Alright, reset it
Ayy, hmm, ayy
They wanna see some gangster shit, I'm finna show they ass
I was too busy buyin' books, bitch, I ain't go to class
Get in the field, my nigga, you gon' need some shoulder pads
Mm, I'm in the Demon doin' one-thirty, I might just do the dash
Hmm, I'm just like a Duracell, bitch, I was built to last
Hmm, put this belt on the lil' nigga right after I whoop his ass
Hmm, I need thirty minutes, whip this brick, I'll cook it fast
You see this watch that I got on, I could've copped the Jag'
Hmm, niggas payin' for that pussy, you should've copped a bag
I don't wanna hear 'bout what you did, them other niggas has-been (hmm)
Every nigga played with me, we put 'em in the casket
I need a natural bitch, I'm tired of buyin' my bitches lashes
I got water on my neck, on my wrist, see these bitches splashin'
I'm in Miami in the Ghost, I'm startin' to feel like Casper
This lil' bitch just put the head on me and I ain't even ask her
I popped a pint of Tris, you hear my voice gettin' raspy
Huh-huh-hmm, huh-huh, and make sure they can hear me
Bag so many onions in this bitch, my eyes gettin' teary
Thousand-mile drive all alone, it's just me and Siri
Huh, I see a rich nigga when I look in the mirror
Amiri for the denim, baby, I don't no Denim Tearin'
You ain't wrap 'em right before you sent 'em, pass interference, huh
I paint a picture clear, who could paint it clearer? Hmm
They ain't got no money, they shoppin' in the clearance, huh
I been gettin' money, boy, go ask my parents
Spent five thousand for a 'fit, I still ain't get to wear it
I don't give a fuck 'bout where I'm at, go'n try it, boy, I dare you
Hit your ass with this ten milli', boy, I don't do no sparin'
Hmm, I don't do no carin', I don't give no fuck
You in trouble, boy, I got like fifty thousand wrapped up in this duffle, huh
Tell a bitch I wanna fuck before I say, "I love you"
Hmm, bitch, I rap my real life, now who gon' say I'm bluffin'?
Hmm, I get to talkin' 'bout this cash, I don't hear them sayin' nothin'
I spent three thousand for a pound of Blueberry Cruffin
Poured a whole pint, one more ounce and I'm gon' need some crutches
A hundred-fifty of 'em on the flight, bitch, I'm gon' need more luggage
I can't move this shit by myself, bitch, I'm gon' need my brothers
Money conversation, ain't got no paper, you just need to hush it
Shh, haha, shut the fuck up
Hundred 'bows in here with no label, I don't know what's what
Drunk a whole fifth of Dom, these bitches better help me up
Got me in that room, I kept it solid, I ain't tell 'em nothin' (shh)
Nigga get to talkin' 'bout that paper, I could tell he bluffin'
Niggas talkin' 'bout some old kills, I could tell he rusty
Hmm, ayy, somebody tell that boy get active
Get your ass killed for a thousand, boy, I be with smackers
I'ma spend this pape' while I'm alive 'cause you can't spend it after
I'm lane hoggin' in the TRX, lil' bitch, this ain't no Raptor, huh
