[Intro]

(Fatt, Ayy)

Fatt, (Ayy), Aye

[Verse]

Tell me how these niggas mad?

When I ain't never hold my hand

To these bitches, I be rude, I refuse to be your man

I'm the one, pop this xan, treat the blunt

I can't stand, I sip lean with my lunch

20 beans in a month

Up in [?], I spent a bunch

Bitch this high tech that I'm sippin', but it look like fruit punch

Made me spaz and now I'm trippin'

Now I'm doin' way too much

If you need me, bitch, I got you, If you @ me in that clutch

In Mobile gun from Russia, spin my crib

Nigga think shit's sweet, I'ma run out my house bussin'

When the fuck you caught me lackin'?

If I’m anywhere, I'm clutchin'

Give a fuck about the location, where you play where I'm gon' dump it

I'm thе hardest in the city, my nuts hang like I'm a monkеy

Bro go ape shit, I go Donkey

Ain't no niggaa gon' take nothin'

Nigga behind this TMK shit, It's some serious repercussions

Tryna take a nigga's soul on the phone, don't discuss it

I’m out my body, out in public

Lose my mind from bein' a junkie

If I pull up, then we fuckin' If we don't, I block your number

Hearin' words up in the wind, they want me killed and put me under

Is these niggas really lyin' and tellin' lies?, sometimes I wonder

Bitch, the ball up in my hand, and I'm gon' score it before I fumble

[Outro]

'Fore i fumble