[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

I'll wrong place, wrong time a nigga

Put these niggas' money under the light, it might be counterfeit

Watered down-ass nigga like we washin' collard greens

Give his ho a collared shirt, make her do white collar schemes

I dropped out of college, but Jay and Dame ain't sign me

Soon as they cap and gowned me, seemed like we start robbin'

I can't say I want that nigga free, I don't know if he talkin'

If doggy say he want that smoke with me, I bet I horse him

You see me with that ho, it's intercourse, yeah, of course, duh

My life is a movie, like Four Brothers, shoot the court up

My lil' bitches gotta have at least Benzes or a Porsche truck

I don't drink no coffee, went to Starbucks for a ice cup

Spin the bin, sign his ass to Vez', leave him iced up

I need every penny that I'm owed like the IRS

Nigga, you better get a fuckin' vest, that got head protectors

Hold on, let me check if this pill real, do the light test

I always got one eye on the money, now I'm Cyclops

I'ma seven mile dog, but I think I got nine lives left

Yeah, you got that wet-wet, but now I need some neck sex

I done flew that P-jet more than a New York Jet

Think I need drug management, I'm the lean commissioner

Take his bitch, he missin' her, gone, milk carton pictured her

Fillin' out these apps to become Akorn's representative

M pills gettin' the best of you, boy, look like you got sickle cell

He the type to snitch, can't even stomach sittin' in the cell

Who gon' slip? Be donkey of the day, we playin' Pin The Tail

Doggy ass ain't fightin' demons, heard that he was gay in jail

Fuck you need my number for? You tryna send me fan mail?

Fuck 12, just give me my wallet, I could post bail

Goddamn, niggas gettin' RICO'd and they free as hell

They say that we live in hell, I just smoked a zip in hell

Take me to Balenci' store, damn, they got some shit in here

I know it's fun while it last, but I gotta end it here

Lil' sis down to ride dirty, she think she Chamillionaire

I don't wear no durag, I don't do 360 deal

Twenty bands gone, wearin' shit that y'all can't even spell

Seven on my back just like Kaep, I might take a kneel

Spin a nigga block without no walk down is a lame drill

Once a nigga tell the truth in court, I just can't forgive him

Once a nigga say he talked to 12, I don't hear nothin' else

Grown man ball, break a leg, I ain't break a sweat

Green face, brought it just like lean off a turkey back

Cuddy drinkin' green by the box, call him turtle head

I just bought her Skims by the box, she look up to Kim

We just sippin' glass, Tech red, you was a regular man

Thinkin' 'bout my first ten bands, had no facial hair

Young nigga, I'ma feel endless with my face rare

Angel Reese TikTok, my song got my bitch scared

You can drop me anywhere, a stove and some kitchenware

Box of baking soda, bet I come right back a millionaire

And I kept it lit up for the city, I ain't even been in there

Once these niggas pay they taxes can't even buy them shit to wear

We trippin' still, nigga

[Outro]

Wavy Navy boys, we Can't Be Fucked With

Lucky the Feds on that hot shit with the lyrics, nigga

I'll really say somethin' crazy

But I'm five up off a ten, lil nigga

Look in the mirror, I ain't in it

(And I'm servin' bass, bitch, I'm in this bitch with BassKids)