[Intro]

It's recordin', gang?

Alright, reset it

Ayy, hmm, ayy

[Verse]

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 thеse bitches splashin'

I'm in Miami in the Ghost, I'm startin' to feel likе 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 10 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 Don, 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