Back on my feet and I’m running it up

Brodie got guns and they tucked

Shawty she fucking for sum

And I can’t put nothing past it

Got me feeling like I’m doing magic

Like pooh honey made make it happen

And the shawty that I’m wit got a wagon

Give a fuck bout what you have

Cause you know bout what we having

Living by the creed and I been rolling wit sum assassins

Blood dreams from the THC and I don't know why he hate me

Cause he see bands and I’m making cheese

But just know not to play wit me

No trespassing don’t go there

Sit at the table you know we gone feast

From the South to West to the east and the north

Ima just ball on these whores

Ball in the court

I wanted more

Never been scared yeah I love the war

Everybody just gimics

Everybody just mimic

Walk up in that bitch hoe

Quarter bag on me

I don’t even flip no more I need that gas money

If a opp at the door ima get to running

Tryna stack these bands on my own but we can fucking run it

Acid on my tongue bitch

I’m rolling at the function

I could give a fuck about a hoe

Cause they always frontin

Mix the lax up wit the coke

White bitches love it

Riding in the MV pulling GBs homie I said fuck it

Used to sell them zips wit my bro bitch

Get the dope wrap it up it’s on go bitch

Off a oxy and I just took four more bitch

Now I’m leaving slow mo bitch