[Intro]

Ayy

Buss one (Oh shit, you ain't got no Grabba?)

Ayy, huh

[Verse]

A8 Audi, I'm transported when I tip

Titi call with a twenty, I put a forty on her shit

I need a zip of lock, I paid forty for the mix

I'm in Houston actin' bad, lickin' Morton off my bitch

Boy, this big boy business, I'm really rich like Richard

Been gettin' paper for a long time and I'm still gettin' it

A thousand grams in the blender, baby, this a real chicken

Five hundred grams on my neck, baby, this a real pendant

All my hoes know I cheat, but they still deal with me

You let her trick you like that little rabbit, boy, you real silly

Bro 'nem know if I only had a dollar, I'd still split it

Root of evil, 'bout that mighty dollar, shit get real wicked

Hmm, I be wantin' to ask these niggas why they wanna be like me

I just wanna fuck my bitch, ain't got no pussy in a week

I been busy chasin' M's, I'm chasin' one now as we speak

I ain't need school to get no books, I got one in the street

Huh, I don't have no trouble in the field, bitch, I brought my cleats

Milwaukee nigga way in California with a Georgia peach

Ayy, FaceTime me with the Wocky pints, you now I ordered three

All them long nights, I remember we was broke

They was playin' on my top, naw, nigga, not no more

I'm startin' to get dizzy, all this motherfuckin' motion

All this shit around my neck look like a motherfuckin' ocean

I can't let 'em down, you know my people mean the most to me

You know right or wrong, I gotta keep my brothers close to me

Keep your head on, hard times, you gon' go through 'em

I'll never change on the gang, I made an oath to it