(verse 1: Seth)

I ain't chasing hoes

I been racing to that paper

She can’t breathe without me

What I told her

Promise I can't save her aye

This grip became equipped

Right on my hip

It got a laser

How I'm shredding shit

Might as well gon’ call that bitch my grater

Aye

Pop out gang we down to shoot

Drop the jewelry and the loot

I don't got no time to sit and argue with you

Get the boot

Paper talk

I don't say a thing

She blowing up my celly boy I'm watching that bitch ring

Gang

What I say

Move around these bitches fake

I don't got no time today

I'm Dora in this bitch

Gang why is that?

I'm gon' find a way

Wake up every morning

Fuck the games

What that paper say

Paper come and paper go

That paper ain’t gon’ never wait

I'm great

How I’m feeling pulled my weight

Now I'm chilling

I can't chill for real

'Till me and gang got paper to the ceiling

What I’m chasing that's a milli

Niggas fake and looking silly

I be on my shit

Niggas moving basic in my city

On my stretch

This my side of town ain't nobody outside

Me and gang them

We blacked down from ski mask to the ride

Where the oppies at

It's kinda boring if all they do is hide

They don't get no time to sleep and shit

I know they getting tired

Let me cool down

It's complicated

I'm some type of fye

They not seeing me

Only time they do is when they high

Boy I been a G

I ain't dapping you can't get no fye

Boy I'm cold as hell

I be sleep with my hand on the fire

(verse 2: xéno)

Used to be a

Sangria sipper

Till I moved on to the harder shit

Tequila in the liquor

7 cups thought I was hard as shit

Need a source of water

I been feeling like I'm landlocked

Been fighting since a jit

Had to get it out the sandbox

Mothafuck the law

I don't fuck with pork

So u can keep them ham hocks

I'm hancock

When I'm off the drank

Break a nigga jaw

Punch a pussy in his fuckin face

Pussy wanna play

I ain't no pimp

But put that pussy in it's fuckin place

Puffin on that potent pressure

Posted in the parking lot

Who want the smoke

For 10 a g

I'll serve a nigga quick

He get that second serve for free

He try to fuck wit me

I ain't talkin gas

4-5 body shots

Gon fold his ass in half

I ain't talking guns either nigga

When I say I'm finna blast

Drop my stance

And throw a right hook

At his ass

He stumble back

I just called my sister up

She told me all these niggas wierd

Feel like Johnathan Crane

I'm Scarecrow

How I wear these niggas fears

I remember pushin through that rain

It masked a niggas tears

Was a mad lad

Thought being bad

And stackin cash was rad

Till shit got real

12 was on the way

We duckin out the back

Man I loved them nights in winter park

But ain't ever going back

Remember pullin up with Blade

To buddy crib to cop a sack

Pulled up to the door

Gave a couple taps

He answers back

With loaded clips

All you hear is "click clack"

"man who the fuck is that"

Walked the pack back in his pocket

We ain't had no backpacks

We ain't fuck with that

But as time moved forward fast

I leaned that fuck shit wouldn't last

Had to cut some niggas off

Cuz all they woulda did was laugh

If I was out up on my luck

And on my ass

Had to get it on my own

I had to chase a different back

Shawty never gave a fuck

But I still love her anyway

She hold a nigga down

Whenever I feel the urge to get away

I'm drowning in the loud

Lift me up like I'm a featherweight

I'm high above the crowd

Better off that way

Cuz I don't fuck with public places

Think this blunt is racist

Cuz this za be ashing whites only

Niggas hella wierd

Tryna pop up my life

Like I'm the bitch that they could try

I don't even speak on death

But test my steez again

I swear these niggas die