[Intro]

Yeah

It's with an X, nigga

Striker Boy, M Block, all that shit

Huh

[Verse]

I can sell my left wrist and go buy a home (A crib)

How the fuck my cup gone before I start the song? (How?)

Never by myself, I got the stick, then I'm not alone (Frrt)

Why would I get you Lululemon and I can buy you Chrome? (The fuck?)

Nah, for real, like that shit don't make sense to me

I'm drunk as hell, tryna fuck, this lil' bitch tryna vent to me

Dog said he got 3K for a verse, it's low-key temptin' me

Not because I need it, that's just 'bout how much my rent gon' be (Come on)

How much my rent gon' cost

Neck reachin'll get a nigga whole wrist blew off (Fap)

Real Striker Boy, nigga, I can tell you how much a window cost

I been feelin' good all day, you can come over, but, bitch, you better not piss me off (Bitch)

Told y'all I been sippin', I been trippin' (Huh), man, I keep on itchin'

I don't know if it's the drank, I'm scratchin' for a million

Hit him with the R, now he hollerin' like he play for the Pistons

Fuck it, who they play tomorrow? I'm puttin' 'em on my ticket

Huh, crosses on my fit, they thought I was Christian

20/20 vision with the blick, can hit you from a distance

Huh, and these not prescription, gang, these Chrome glasses

I still fucked you, baby, I don't care how long it lasted

That's a you problem, huh

I was broke with real-deal struggles, nigga, now I'm havin' shoe problems

Damn, unc', pour another four? Nigga, the two got me

How I know five niggas that cracked, but you got two bodies?

And what's crazy about it is I don't even care

But the fact that you lied, that's the shit that make you weird

It's like 3, on my way back from the D, almost hit a deer

Nigga, you don't take no trips for real, you don't even got no Clear

Huh, cold bitch, and her pussy water, her shit pure

Nigga, this a Hellcat Charger, this shit don't come with no spare

Me and Jay fucked the streets up when we dropped "Demure"

Pop him in that Denim hoodie and make his niggas drop a tear

Man, huh, at least that nigga went out with that shit on, huh

I don't owe nobody, that's why I popped out with all Rick on

It don't count as trickin' if you bought it after you hit, though

Pull up to the concert with dog shit on me, it's a shit show

Fuck, when that come on, it shake the room

When I learned the ARP can sweep, it made me hate the broom

Gave niggas hope, "If Fxce make it, then I can make it too"

You can't be in my starting five if I gotta make you shoot

[Outro]

Nigga, on bro

You can't be in my starting five if I gotta make you shoot