[Hook]

Couple niggas hung around, they wasn’t keeping it real

Free my dawgs out the pound, hope they get a appeal (yeah)

Racks on middle finger, fuck yo’ lil deal

Racks on, I can go and buy me a grill

Momma told me better save that money, its gone save me

I been fucking bipolar bitches, they drive me crazy

Smoking on rozay in the back of the Benz got me lazy

Niggas try me in Lennox gone send that boy to Grady

(Yeah), we gone send that boy to Grady

And I know some Zoe’s, real steppers that’s from Haiti

Boy that gun too lil, we ain’t riding with 380

I got 30, he got 50 so we walked in with 80

[Verse 1]

I been focused running up them racks

Plug hit my phone, he told me focus on them packs

Never had nun, probably spend that shit in Saks

That lil hoe ain’t nun, probably hit her from the back

(Yeah, yeah), long sticks, clips like Shaq

Came through Off-White, whip all black

Oh, he a runner, he a track star

My lil buddy swing the stick, tryna hit him with A.R

Know some niggas want me gone off the radar

Niggas mad broke, know them young niggas haters

Play with me, then youngins on ya tator

Know it’s smoke now, we ain’t coming for you later

[Hook]

Couple niggas hung around, they wasn’t keeping it real

Free my dawgs out the pound, hope they get a appeal (yeah)

Racks on middle finger, fuck yo’ lil deal

Racks on, I can go and buy me a grill

Momma told me better save that money, its gone save me

I been fucking bipolar bitches, they drive me crazy

Smoking on rozay in the back of the Benz got me lazy

Niggas try me in Lennox gone send that boy to Grady

(Yeah), we gone send that boy to Grady

[Verse 2]

(Yeah, yeah) and that’s all I know

Momma told me never love these bitches cause these hoes on go

Sometimes I don’t even trust myself, know I don’t trust a soul

Never put yo trust in no nigga cause they all gone fold just like clothes

I watched them send my potna down the road

I was in the hood watching niggas going up the nose

Plug fucking with me, heard my music, sent a couple bows

Would’ve thought we had a dump truck, young nigga moved a couple loads

Would’ve thought I play soccer, young nigga made a couple goals

Cut ‘em off, then bitches toxic and go and fuck on some other hoes

You can have all the money in the world, nigga, you still a bitch

Crash ass nigga, know these hoes be burning, still can’t tell him shit

Lil bitch told me pull up on her, told that hoe make it quick

Lil bitch told me she was hungry, told that hoe to eat the dick

And your nigga, he a crash, ride around with a empty stick

Told her we can fuck, you my friend with benefits

[Hook]

Couple niggas hung around, they wasn’t keeping it real

Free my dawgs out the pound, hope they get a appeal (yeah)

Racks on middle finger, fuck yo’ lil deal

Racks on, I can go and buy me a grill

Momma told me better save that money, its gone save me

I been fucking bipolar bitches, they drive me crazy

Smoking on rozay in the back of the Benz got me lazy

Niggas try me in Lennox gone send that boy to Grady

(Yeah), we gone send that boy to Grady