[Intro]

I call this the crack house

Like, forreal forreal, I been fucking with your music

Uh

WhoTheHellIsCarlo?

Real Rx

Uh, uh, uh

[Verse]

I’m finna sign to Daisy Lane I need two hundred grams two blenders and a daisy chain

Give a fuck about no money made that shit less then a week

Really been slanging that dog I make sells in my sleep

They call me when the load in when it’s there Ima’ go in

No matter where it’s at I’m going to get it locked in with my brother he riding with me

Cuz said “He got a line on the pills” nigga move wrong we’ll rob him for real

Gotta make it back home got a box in the mail I could hop on the work I don’t need no scale

Shit get bad shit get rough whatever you do nigga don’t fold up

I got smack I got soft what you need nigga?

Shit some press percs and press xans & got some beans with me

Ten times out of ten I pour a cup bitch it’s some lean in it

Disco kid pay some shit but they don’t really pay a lot of shit

YouTube pay some other shit but bitch I’m still hustlin’

I gotta go buy a new blender I ain’t like them niggas I’m to different

When I crack out my Jewls glistening it’s a old house with a new kitchen

Bitch open her legs it’s a pool in it

Bitch get in the car and buss a move with me

Troopers get behind us play it cool feel me

Everyday I wake up I get new money

I keep gray twenty’s not blue hunnits

I’ll trick a nigga if i don’t know him

It ain’t one nigga that could say “I owe them”

Whatever they said i couldn’t do I showed them

I got licks rich as Lamar Odom stay focused and keep yo eyes open

Nigga move crazy I put that fire on him

Nigga can’t act like I ain’t want him

I sold it for cheap I ain’t really want it

I’m finna sign to Daisy Lane they say the way I rap about dope I’ll fuck around and change the game

Got to many cases where I’m at Gon’ fuck around and change my name

It’s always rules but but the way they move you’ll think there’s no rules in the game

I’m doing it for money some of these goofy ass niggas be doing it for fame

Study for a ten thirty for a brick shit tell me what’s the big difference

You mean to tell me I could make the same money in front of the mic I could’ve made in the kitchen?

It all depend on how you look at it judge don’t know if he book at him

Cuz want me to whip he know I cook faster before Young Scooter Lil pap was a jug master

Unc doing bullshit he know I should stab him

Every time I ride by all the crackers like “Look at him”

Ima’ turn this mother fucking kitchen out

Ion fall but I’ll push ya chicken out

[Outro]

I’m finna sign to Daisy Lane I need two hundred grams two blenders and a daisy chain

I ain’t worried about no money I make that shit less then a week

Nigga I been slanging dog do a deal in my sleep