[Intro]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Wait)

[Verse 1]

P-p-p-p-pussy-ass rappers playing on my phone, shit (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

I only answer when the money call

N-n-niggas start beef, then they want plead out

Y'all niggas got us fucked up, we ain't one of y'all (Fuck, nigga)

We don't fear none of y'all (No)

Fuck that, we can't wait until we running y'all

I hear a lot of niggas talking 'bout the summer's theirs (What?)

Nah, fuck that, you ain't know the summer's ours?

Ge-ge-get your money up (What? Bitch, what?)

The bitch that you stalking on Twitter, nigga, I done fucked a month ago (Oh yeah, I fucked)

Paint the city white, like fifty bitches in our van (What's up?)

They like, "Wherever y'all going, shit, we wanna go" (Slide)

Honey Sherry in the section looking hella bad (Nigga)

Nigga (Nigga), we got hella swag

Spent ten grand and that was just on clothes (Yeah, fuck 'em)

We just do it for the times that we never had (What?)

A year ago, niggas said I was the runner up (What?)

Now shit changed, young boy running shit (Okay, he run this shit)

Niggas always talk that money shit (Talk that money shit)

You see them out and you wonder where they money went, uh (Yeah, fucked, fucked up)

You ain't making fucking sense (What?)

I don't really give a fuck who you run and get (Okay, run)

You put a laser on a motherfucking Glock 40 (Yeah, boom)

My nigga, I'll put that shit like he don't wanna miss, nigga, what?

[Verse 2]

G Weezy, my fucking dog, that's the girl that I left for

La-last year, I was fucked up, I was buying clothes from a thrift store

This year, I'm on some new shit, I just buy belts when I get bored

Niggas always on my dick, p-put your bitch to use, that's what your bitch for

Ballies on these ain't Burberry, bitches tell me I'm the worst Aries

I ain't never tripping off of hoes, you heard my pound cakes, you know these hoes vary

I don't give a fuck about no nigga, especially no broke nigga

Walk 'em all on, nigga, I done been a lot of shit, but a old nigga

I run shit just like marathons, Lou-Louis on just like Farrakhan

I go through backdoors while y'all stand in line, I don't backtrack, I am ahead of time

It's still NGB, free Lil, that's my fucking dog

Ra-rap niggas some fucking frauds, screaming fuck 'em all, screaming fuck 'em all

Coup, what up? (What up?)

[Bridge]

Uh, yeah (I'll slide on the real shit)

Uh (Dougie On The Beat), yeah

Look (I'll slide on the real shit)

Look, you might like this one

Let's get it, uh

[Verse 3]

Do you know how it feel to hear your mom fucking niggas that she barely know?

You hear her moaning off them heavy strokes

This the side that I never show

This the realest shit I ever wrote, poured out like the Levey's broke

When I was young, I always wanted to be an astronaut

'Cause when my mom was high, she used to say she on the moon

I used to cry, I used to beg her, could she take me with her?

She say, "Don't worry, I'ma take you soon, just stay in school"

And I'm happy that I grew up poor

'Cause if I grew up rich, there wouldn't be no Kur

There wouldn't be no struggle, there wouldn't be no flaws

I would've never have to worry about if we gon' starve

I remember all the times I couldn't brush my teeth

I remember all the times I had scuffed-up sneaks

All the Muslim brothers got girls

So when the girls came around, I act like I was Muslim and I cuffed my jeans (No disrespect, though)

I'm the type to live my life with no regrets, though

Dealing with the fact my sister having sex though

When she graduate, I hope I ain't on Death Row

It's certain shit that I should let go

Fuck a nine to five, we made thousands off the Metro, uh

Off the juice, off the coke, off the XO

The trap house had nothing but stoves

We was in that kitchen like we was chefs, yo, we was tryna be Esco

Learned most of the game from Lil, followed his steps, yo

Got most of my swag from Rein, he kept me fresh though

Coup, he was like my right, long as my left though, uh