[Verse: Quilly]

5 am why is these smokers still Callin?

Niggas tried to take me out the game Im still Ballin

2500 for a verse is what im chargin

Next month its gonn be a dime no Bargin I been

Dickin down ya bitch from the rear

I been plottin on ya bitch all year

Circle small cuz you niggas all squares

12 for the sweatsuit nigga this my ball gear

I put my Bitches on Uber

I put my niggas on pussy

Im tryna build a empire my bitch badder than Cookie

I mean hot as Taraji that pussy wet as Dasani

Sellin percs in the lobby I been exchanging Armani

I send the money to Jails my nigga buy you some suits

My nigga just came home Im bouta buy him some boots

Im bouta do it real big nigga gimme the loot

E and Reds Wit Truck Im bouta get me a coupe

On the Road to Riches goin to Jail was my worst route

Tell ya bitch we still got the sour and them percs out

Pocket full of blue faces make me pull the smurfs out

Just hit the gym on you bitches and that workout

Rappers washed up bubble bath get a tub for em

Niggas wanna live my lifestyle Young Thug on Em

Killin these niggas Life support pull the plug on em

I ain't really where i wanna be but I buzzed on Em

17 I was on the Greyhound

My oldhead really flew them birds in from A-Town

I came up Cuz I stayed down

I made 20 thousand dollars in a playground

Pill flippa, cake gaina

I serve niggas, curve bitches like waist trainas

I put my Lawyer on his Feet

Marshawn Lynch Im a Beast