[Intro]

You know what the fuck goin' on through this bitch, nigga

Free the guys, RIP the guys

Shee, shee, shee

[Verse 1]

Never leave that money at the crib, call it Home Alone (Nigga)

Can't smack the meat out your brain on provolone

I was in the town with the junkies just gettin' it on

I will never fuck that bitch, that bitch made of silicone

Weed is my cologne if I ain't smokin' pose

It's somethin' you doin' wrong, you ain't gettin' money, joke

Shoot at your fuckin' throat

Brodie did a hit the floor

Niggas say they beefin' with the gang, go get a rope

I was in the ten watchin' snow bunnies sniff the blow (For real)

Never work a 9-to-5, or on the block 10-to-4 (Nopе)

Will I make it out the streets? Shit, only the Lord knows

Swiss cheesеd a nigga crib, that bitch got forclose

Bullets hit torch zones, shittin' a nigga day

I'll beat the steak in your eyes you really fake

I'll make the bitch eat the cake, no Anna Mae

When I'm on the road with the pros, I concentrate

Bitch, I'm in that motherfuckin' field, it's ball game

Bitch, we throwin' a party, I don't even know dog name

Pigs pull me over, always give they ass fraud names

Issue what my brother did with me, it's the same thing (Same shit)

[Chorus]

That bag touched down, shit, the rent came (Money, money)

Drive it so fast while we switch lanes

Bro lose control with that money, get him detained

That syringe your best friend, could tell by your veins

[Verse 2]

You ain't really gettin' money, you just in the way

I need a badass bitch like Lisa Ray (Badass bitch)

Chopper sing to your ass like Marvin Gaye

Kick a bitch out the crib, shit, I need some space

Run up in your crib, jewels lab straight to the safe

Heard your mans writin' statements, I'm somewhere switchin' states

All that dick hoppin', pick a side and pick a place

I'll pull up on you, smack a hundred straight to your face

Brodie doin' numbers, it's on me to get him straight

Run up on your ass then miss you, ain't no comin' in late

Yeah, your peoples, they gon' miss you when I turn you to a waste

Ho see me drop face, this ho gon' need a rake

Perfect time, ain't no Drake, lil' bro just brung the Drac' in (For real)

You could get stretched with this bitch, I'm just sayin'

Ain't no EMS when you stretch out there layin'

Here on my side for so long, this bitch tannin'

[Chorus]

That bag touched down, shit, the rent came (Money, money, money)

Drive it so fast while we switch lanes (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Bro lose control with that money, get him detained (Lost it)

That syringe your best friend, could tell by your veins (Could tell it)