[Intro: Kankan]

(What do you desire? Bitch, haha)

Huh, uh uh, thousand dollar fuckin' cup, uh

Thousand dollar fuckin' cup, uh

Bitch you know I'm finna-, yeah

Know I'm way too up, uh

All these drugs got me stuck

[Verse 1: Kankan]

Yeah, this a thousand dollar cup, huh

Lil' bitch, she know I'm too up

And I just spilled my drank

Had to go get a new cup, yeah

Uh, Wick just put miles on the drank

Nigga, it's up then it's stuck

Heard he got hit in his face

Guess he was all out of luck, yeah

We was in the spot with Glocks

Had to move 'round, block too hot

I made a whole hunnid' in one day

Lil' nigga, no lie, they love to copy, like why?

Run that money to the-, yeah

Run that money to the sky, huh, yeah, yeah

You know how shit go, just got a new seal

Yeah, shots to his face, lil' nigga

Okay, hе wasn't keepin' it real, yeah

High than a bitch in a Maybach Truck

Bitch keep askin' "what's up with my cup?"

You know how we bleed

.556 bullеts goin' through trees

I ship the pack off Monday

That bitch gon' land 'bout Tuesday

Back in LA 'bout Friday

They said "she do what I say", yeah

Tryna leave that drank alone, yeah

Tryna leave them percs alone, yeah

His bitch can't leave me alone

Roxy that be my cologne

I send that lil' bitch home

We get ya' lil' nigga gone

Oxycotin on my tongue

With lil' Kobe in a E Class ridin' three deep

Pussy nigga on the 'net talkin'

We'll make them choppa bullets 3D

[Verse 2: Desire]

(Bitch, haha)

Many niggas wanna be me

Watch I pull up in a fuckin' Hemi'

Sippin' on this fuckin' drank

Brought me back off roxy got me lookin' silly

I'm with them rich niggas, high life

Lot of niggas tryna live our life

Pull up in a AMG '63, yeah

His bitch say we do it right

Hope the mud gon' get me through the night

Sippin' Codeine 'til the end of life

Shout-out Kan, that's my fuckin' mud brother

Yeah, them drugs got him livin' right

Bitch, I love to get high in the night

Got them hollows flyin' through ya' site

I'm prolly the realest nigga that you ever had

But she still say I'm not her type

Two racks, put that in the shoes

Girl [?] you lose

With them demons, they be carryin' tools

Switch a lil' game and play it with no rules

Got the foreign bitches in the pool

Off the oxy yeah, I'm probably rude

Or prolly scared a nigga that you knew

With the gang pourin' up some Tris

I get money, nigga, check my piss

VVS diamonds finna hit

Bitch, only twenty-two, drop a hit

My lil' nigga Daroo, love the sticks

I got in my bag, know I'm talkin' my lil' shit

And you bitch comin' with a three

And you bitch niggas ain't with me

They be stuntin' in the presidential whip

Yeah, the one with the leather seats

I turn eighteen then I sign my lease

And you know my [?] came with a piece

Fully automatic, whip a nigga, that's my piece

(Bitch, haha)