[Intro]

(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)

Uh

[Verse]

I ain't even post in two months

I just been locked in my zone, in the cut

Just counted two hundred, we still goin’ up

Ran up a whole hundred bands in a month

Really no cap, man, that's word to my son

Can't hit her raw if that bitch ain’t the one

Changed up my ways, I ain't postin' with guns

Changed up the state, we still smokin' on Runtz

Traffickin' place probably ran through a ton

Trappin' for real on the block 'til it's done

Too many drugs, I see cops, gotta run

Auntie a fiend, she put rock in her lungs

Don’t give a fuck, bitch, you coppin’ or what?

No time to talk 'cause I stay in a rush

Jrue Holiday how I play with the bucks

I know it rain, so I’m savin' it up

I know it rain, so I'm savin' it up

Ayy, ’cause this shit here get tricky

Keep it with me 'cause shit could gеt sticky

I'm in Saks with my bitch with the blicky

Hundred shots when I ridе through your city

'Cause these niggas tryna you like 50

Now these niggas tryna do you like Ricky

Niggas envy, I stay with that glizzy

Niggas envy, I stay with the Draco

I got real ones from west end to ClayCo

I got niggas bang Crip on the payroll

I was flyin' that work from the Bay though

My lil' man caught a— shh, gotta lay low

Hope nobody don't know, gotta pray though

My lil' bitch just flew in from LA though

Yeah, that booty so squishy like Play-Doh

Uh, gotta hit from the back when I see her (Yeah)

Had to run up my trap off the meter (Yeah)

I was trappin' that heroin, that ether

I was sellin' that shit to my people

Fuck them niggas, get money with demons

Got a lil' bitch, she put dope on that needle

Watch the blood come right down like mosquitos

Used to sell my lil' weed in the diesels

In the yams with your ho eatin' seafood

Hollow tips in the clip, but it's see-through

Bro said he want you dead, I'm like, "Me too"

My lil' bitch know my bible Dorito

I'm a boss, I don't do shit that he do

Run a bag off a staff on a free throw

House arrest, call your bitch up for deep throat

Jig got motion, sell pints, rockin' Vlone

Got a plug with a ball, get no chemo

Want a verse, he tryna give me a kilo

Got an artist, he think he gon' be somethin'

I was pourin' that drank, knockin' beast mode

Rockin' Dolce, got Loubs on my feet though

Shoot a movie, next night, do the sequel

Fourteen bricks, man, I need it like Rico

Had the people tryna give me the RICO

Try to raid, shoot a cop through the peephole

Rock Amiri, know bro got the heat though

Roll with killers, like shark, they gon' eat you

You ain't sharp in the hood, they gon' beat you

He a fiend, he gon' die for that diesel

My lil' man tote that shit like it's legal

I go right in that booth, get medieval

From that porch, you won't know when I meet you

Pull up dips on the yard, me and Vino

I can't ride on that bitch like Vin Diesel

Got my weight up off noodles and meatloaf

Now I'm back rockin' Chrome like an emo

Cuban on me, got water like Nemo

Fuck around, I'll still sell you a demo

I was baggin' up grams of perico

Mami plug and she call me bandito

I ain't fuckin' with none of you pendejos

Had to build up my form like some Legos

And my bitch hold the Glock in stilettos

Niggas cap like they pops is Geppetto

I'ma swerve in a drop through the ghetto

I'll take Tris or the Wock', it's whatever

He got Percs on the block, but it's fentanyl

[Outro]

I knew the Perc' was fake, but I still ate it