[Chorus]

I couldn't went to college but I'd rather wake up being a Jugg Star

My new house came with two stories, in the basement, yeah, the hood far

I feel like fuck life, I'm pouring lean, and I'm poppin' bars

I'm down bad, if I hit another one I won't see tomorrow

I'm driving thru the city busting scams, fuck the consequences

It's 9 AM, I know you late to work, go hop up in that Honda, bitch

Thirty clippin', fifty round drums, my Glock came with attached switch

If she don't hit the road, I go pick up all my phones, she ain't my type of bitch

She dont like to use her hands when she suck it, she on lazy shit

Gold shit inside my safe I can afford to bе on lazy shit

Walk in the party with my bust on I'm here to takе a pic

She was starstruck to see me in the club, she had to [?]

Explain to me how I ain't drop a song in months and I'm still up

Still wakin' up at check drops at 3 AM, that's how I'm still up

My bro a felon, but for me he'll grab a chop and he'll steal bucks

He's been tryna learn the scamss for 'bout a week, somehow he still suck

I'm on drugs, ain't got twenty in my pocket, so I'm walkin' with it

I got too many carats sittin' in my mouth, that's why I'm talkin' weird

We're pourin pennys here, we rockin with lean, won't touch no type of beer

Then bring a EDD and PP bag, that's my type of year

I couldn't went to college but I'd rather wake up being a Jugg Star

My new house came with two stories, in the basement, yeah, the hood far

I feel like fuck life, I'm pouring lean, and I'm poppin' bars

I'm down bad, if I hit another one I won't see tomorrow

I'm driving thru the city busting scams, fuck the consequences

It's 9 AM, I know you late to work, go hop up in that Honda, bitch

Thirty clippin', fifty round drums, my Glock came with attached switch

If she don't hit the road, I go pick up all my phones, she ain't my type of bitch