[Intro]

(No way, Jose)

Yeah, yeah, uhh (yeah)

Okay (SSO)

[Verse]

Don't gotta post on Instagram

You hear my songs, you know I'm in my jam

A.K.A. the Minute Man, you call my phone for [?]

I just got some yeah-yeah from my you-know, it came with a 10

[?] on the 23, I clique this bitch [?]

Don't go snappin' photos, tell 'em get me on the polaroid

Rock out if there's opps out, I'ma crank this bitch like Soulja Boy

Yeah you know I keep a stick, chase you when this GT hit

I don't drink no liquor but I'm quick to bust a PT [?]

Niggas be tippin', that last nigga did all the dancin'

Got pissed when he got him his shit back

I'm a magician, that nigga a rapper

His silly ass got himself thrown in the trickback

I thought a nigga was out here defendin' that man till I seen the paperwork on his snitch ass

Doin' the dash on the [?]

If I slam on the brakes, then you might fuck around and gеt whiplash

227 with switches turn purpin' ass niggas to bitches

Sleepin' in ditches

Nigga want dopе, he got soap

Only thing he doin' with that is right cleanin' the dishes

Y'all let me pray for my son, I ain't fakin' for none

I tell y'all this as real as it get

They say you live by the gun, you gon' die by the gun

So I guess I'ma die with a stick

High as a bitch, I could fly off a cliff

Reach for my neck, I'ma fire off the hip

Turn my demon up, you must be off some angel dust

Chop it like Trey Songz, I let it sing and wake the neighbors up

You pussy niggas always goin' hard until you tape em' up

Only time I bled up in this shit I had a papercut

And that's because I run my paper up

If he reachin' for my chain, then I'm punching niggas down

We can't drag him on the stage, we gon' jump em' in the crowd

Every time the bass drop, we gon' stomp him to the sound

20 pounds was a lot, it ain't nothin' to us now

Bust it down, flood the town

Most them niggas just some bitches, all my opps ain't even rivals

Bet this brand new 23 could take Chicago to the finals

I make 50 in this trap fit

Thought niggas was 100, paid me 50 with this rap shit

They block too high for us, but if they come through we gon' splat shit

This semi-auto like a semitruck the way it flesh it

On a [?] PT

I'm usually in the scat but not today, I'm driving GT

And they don't hit the lights

They know I'm gone, soon as they see me

I'm never lost, they on my ass but I'ma tell this bitch regardless

If you think I'm scared to go to jail then go look at my charges

Don't get me started

This bitch asked to pull some green, this bitch must be retarded

And my trap steady boomin' like it's 106 in pot

If a nigga wanna [?], then I tell 'em bring me 106 in pot

I be ready, flesh a nigga, I just want some shit to start

I ain't [?], go get a blunt to pick [?]

Where you trap, where you stay, I'm tryna make a play today

Tired of husslin' everyday, I'm tryna make a way today

We was starvin' yesterday, but we gon' make a play today

We went ballin' yesterday, but now we make a fade [?]

I be tryna quit these habits, but I ain't gon' quit today

It be feelin' like them millions with my name a lick away

[Outro]

(Just a couple flips away, tell them millions, [?])

(Wait, wait, 50k)