[Hook]

I made somethin' outta nothing, I didn't have nothing to lose

I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes

Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru

And my dope so fuckin' good, you can put 4 on a 2

So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you

It's so clean, a Junky's dream, she thinks it's 1982

Jesús pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo

Got that Tec-9 with the coo

And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci

[Verse 1]

Back to the wall, back to the mall

Wednesday night, I'm back to Kamal's

Bussin' a blunt so I'm breaking the law

Run up on me and I'm breaking ya' jaw

Flippin' the raw, choppin' the car

Put my red bottles on top of the bar

I'm dropping my top and she dropping her top

Let my roof back and she took off her bra

I raised these niggas like I was they pa'

Give me respect like I'm fuckin' ya' ma'

Brick Squad Records, you know who we are

Check it, respect it or take me to war

Slap you, dare you to take me to court

Take it in blood but I ain't takin' it short

Ain't gettin' paid then what is the point?

If you want mo' then come fuck with ya' boy

Million in cash, in back of the truck

Take your goons, your dick in the dust

Your hitman be whackin' for us

Got headless bodies in back of the bus

I talk big shit but I'm backin' it up

You stakin' and trappin', ain't trappin' for us?

Think you got us well I'll cut off your nuts and I run them through your body in back of the blood

[Hook]

I made somethin' outta nothing, I didn't have nothing to lose

I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes

Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru

And my dope so fuckin' good, you can put 4 on a 2

So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you

It's so clean, a Junky's dream, she thinks it's 1982

Jesús pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo

Got that Tec-9 with the coo

And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci

[Verse 2]

I'm in Sun Valley in a dark alley

Tryna' keep balance in my New Balance

Competitions ain't no challenge, fourteen and I'm so managed

My migo friend but can't speak Spanish

Pressure on but I don't panic

Goin' H.A.M like a ham sandwich

Be calm, I know how to handle it

I vanish in a Vanquish, 50 thousand on these Sam Smith's

Hunnid grand in my pant's, countin' money's romantic

Keep a hunnid, can't handle it, they charge 10 dollars for dances

So I make her dance till' her legs cramp and the bitch said she can't stand me

There's so many fake asses, fuck it, I'mma just smash it

I can't tell if it's fake a or real no more, I think I need glasses

Anti-social, I'mma smoker, so I roll one and don't pass it

Call me Big Unc' when you see me cause I used to give dope to your daddy

[Hook]

I made somethin' outta nothing, I didn't have nothing to lose

I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes

Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru

And my dope so fuckin' good, you can put 4 on a 2

So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you

It's so clean, a Junky's dream, she thinks it's 1982

Jesús pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo

Got that Tec-9 with the coo

And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci