[Intro]

Eee, err

Eee, err

Ah, hahaha

Ah, chief

Dada, dolo

Yeah, ayy

[Verse]

Bitch, I count the money, hella blues in the spot

Shorty still a shorty, but he move with the Glock

I just wanna show him how to move when it's hot

Bitch, I took a risk and it was glued to the pot

Whole lot of hearts and some tools in this box

Trappin' on the daily, ain't no shoes in the box

We gon' send some shots and watch him ooze from the top

Catch him down bad, then he losin' some locs

Riding with some demons, all of 'em seein' red

Tryna use his legs, that nigga Lieutenant Dan

Better use your hands, my nigga been off the meds

Or we can use our hands, motherfuckers will beat his ass

I was fifteen when I lost my dawg

Shoulda knew that you would cross me, you look like hot sauce

And I'm still up fightin' demons from that shit I saw

She suckin' dick up off the molly, probably get lockjaw

And all them niggas say they with it until that shit pop off

All my shorties handle business, get that boy knocked off

And a nigga might die today with that talk

And we left him on the ground to wait for that chalk

We got plenty bullets, bitch, I move with a box

Niggas get to tweakin', we put dude in the box

R.I.P. my brodie, why they go put you in the box?

They put Solo in the hole, but he ain't new to the box

So you know my shorty good, you know he straight

I fucked two bitches back to back, yeah, that's a relay

I've been geekin' off the Percocet for three days

She put a hickey on my dick, I told her, "Switch that," it's a replay

Niggas get to tweakin', you know we slide, then we spray

My shorties in the cut, so all them shots fire from three ways

They call me, we ain't gotta talk about it, I'm tired of three ways

And it's lonely, all the kings, you know they died to get paid (Get paid)