M- married to them dollars, married to a model

Hop inside the CLA, an- and I go Full Throttle

I told Paris, "Be my bae, we both gon count up Guapo"

If I'm not top two, I damn sure know I'm top four

And I'm with my crew, we chilling on the top floor

The opps don't never wanna hoop, they always ducking taco

Told her if you leave me now, I'll drown inside my sorrow

I'll take your shit, nigga we don't borrow

I'm a piece of shit, I'll text you back tomorrow

I'm outside servin white, I'm talking bout Jack Harlow

Fye on me in the night, won't see me in a pothole

It's time to live my life

It's time to live it up, live it up, livе it right

You dissin' on my mans? Spend some bands, fuck his wife

I'm runnin' up thе racks every day, every night

You said you wanna die, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay, it's alright

Pu- push up, Dis- dissin' on the Merci Gang, nigga good luck

I can't even look at you the same, you's a hoodlum

I mix grabba up with different strains, we burn good blunts

Had to lose some motherfuckin' weight, can't look like Dave Blunts

Scammin, I can't wait until the day that it rain Cunts

I got all this fuckin' ammo in this ray gun

Way lil bro like drilling all the opps, he damn near satan

I don't give a fuck about the thot, I'm paper chasin

You can't kill me, bitch, my momma gon wake me up like Jason

Imma just hold my nut, I don't want a thot daughter or a gay son

Slide on every opp, with every Glock, them bullets tracing

Show em what I'm made of

Okay, show em what you made of

Before she suck my dick, I tell that bitch, put her braids up

Before a nigga say somethin bout' my name, get yo plays up

CBC, I put fire to flame, put yo Drac's up

We gon count that cake up, we gon count that cake up

These niggas strange, yuh, known these niggas strange, yuh

We put in that pain, yuh, we put in that pain, yuh

I put fire to flame, yuh, I put fire to flame, yuh