I'm the only person that was sippin' syrup playing basketball before a lot of rappers was doin' it

You know what I'm sayin? I'm from Texas. I was buyin' fours for $40 and 95

And 94, you know what I'm sayin? Real mud sipper

You know what I'm sayin? I OD'd twice. These are all facts. I OD'd twice before I turned 18

That's how we was drinkin, fam. Buying fours and goin' to high school games, sippin' fours, goin' to high school games, gettin' 30

Man no cap

I'm makin' money off this rap shit ain't expect it to get this far

They want me to talk on the phone about signing a deal. I only call first in the car

They told me streets gave you love, but ain't never give a nigga love i gave niggas scars

Pouring' up purple. Nigga, I gave that bеlt out more than magic

Johnson, I can be at the top, of Mount Evеrest that bitch climbin

I've been ballin' to the Maximus , I'm feelin' like LeBron son

Im like a cameraman. I shot more clips than perfect timing

I ain't got time for a bitch, I can't tell it. Goin' broke, the only class I'm falling

Don't get back and he still yellin' that Micro Drac, a clip a nigga's feathers

You ain't got it in you till you go catch one. I don't know JR Smith, I know Weston

He ain't never see me before until he was stuck on the floor. Bad first impression

Rock a nigga like Damon Dash. Only head, he gon' get is a head tap

Damn my left pocket, fatter than Megan ass. Damn that making niggas take permanent naps

Bodying shit from the start. You know it's gon' cost everybody at the end Don't jump in the streets hoping for a restart. No tellin' you might gotta kill your friend

I only wanna ballin' this shit with my Brothers like Jrue

They sayin' he told i hope it ain't true. A mole the only one melting the glue

Dont mix your day 1s, with niggas that's new. Shots to the skull, it was murder she wrote

I ain't want drugs , so I murdered the coupe. Can't hang with dead weight, I'ma cut off his rope

Drop 4 hire, we shootin' for biscuits. Niggas start dying when niggas meet disses

Everybody gon' cry if I get in my feelings. Hit a stick, Cam Chancellor

I don't like takin' videos, cause look what I did to niggas on camera

I wack a nigga in front of his mom like, where the fuck my manners

I seen a nigga tongue-fuckin' a bitch that eat dick handless

BRTT blow like a flamethrower, shoot off his legs, where the fuck is he goin

Where my belt, I bent the opponent. Don't stop shootin' till he stop foaming

I need a big ass bag of money. Only way I'm buyin' Chanel

This nigga payin' for pussy. He part of the lil' bitch clientele

Two bitches on the bed, I slam dunked em, just like Jordan BellI got a homie black and ugly, shoot from deep like Tony Snell

Imma say it again, Bail out, damn, that nigga gone

I got a homie black and ugly, bang on shit like Isaac Bonga

Bitches, bitches, bitches. Broke nigga, broke nigga

If it's about that money im greasier than that chicken

Fourteen hundred on these kicks, I got on George Pickens

I don't think Cade Cunningham couldn't even count many sprites I pissed in