[Verse 1]

Ready to go can’t wait for the drop

Two fifty for the o man this shit don’t stop

Would she love a nigga if I didn’t have knots?

Probably not but these hoes all on my jock

These niggas not up on the block

When you gone drop that shit too hot

When I drop that shit gone be at the top

Only took two years just to fuck up the game

On god it was part of the plot

Depression it wasn’t for nothing

I look at the stats and my shit pop

And yo shit not you wish it was

Bro got dots and he got slugs

I got drinks I got drugs

I got smoke I got buzz

Yeah we balling just because

Don’t got no trust

Get whacked if you move wrong

Ok she like my songs

Ok like baby get on

Ok like baby get on

[Verse 2]

Bro still trying to pour a deuce in a Fanta

Camе with the hoes I’m feeling like Santa

I got thеm all serving Hannah Montana

Slide with a ape and he came with bananas

Make a mistake then you in a jammer

I can’t wait my timing on Hammer

Bro carry a Glock he don’t care about the slammer

Shooting that pile he don’t care about the camera

Nigga be funny, uh Adam Sandler

Get on yo knees baby I demand ya

Walk in this bitch and they know I’m commander

Came outside and he turned to a camper

I had some friends do me dirty like hamper

Look at my heart it’s as black as a panther

Smoking bamboo getting right with the pandas

{Verse 3]

Blunt too big can’t pass that j

Smoking all my feelings away

I’m hoping that you do not get in the way

She call me like what are you doing today

None, I’m just stunting I got the green I keep running

Bro got a gun not fun

Bae what do you want

Bae what do you want

At the top can’t do no wrong these niggas know all my songs

Been at this shit so long

I told that bitch so long

I told my clique hold on

Hold on hold on

Talk tough but I know he won’t do it

Had the bag but I know that he blew it

Seen the bag and I’m still running to it

I get the money off of making music

I get the money watch how I do it do it do it

[Outro]

They on to the trap gotta switch location

Bro got a shooter that nigga impatient

He moving the pills like he serving a patient

They calling my phone tell me I’m a sensation

I want the fortune I’m tired of waiting

Off of the drugs my mind decaying

All on my phone they lying and hating