The streets is all I had to love on, I'm from a drug zone
Lil' homie keep his mug on
can't wait 'til all the bros home (Free y'all)
Skinny-dippin' with a model bitch
she don't got no pudge on her (Skinny)
I can get you orange and blue pills, I got a plug on 'em
ERD my jacket, we done splashed it
I gotta keep my ratchet (Yeah)
This year, let 'em have it
cop a gulf stream to offset my taxes (Let's go)
Hittin' it from the back, she gettin' attacked
this shit like black magic
Tennis chains, a carat and a half on my ears
gettin' clarity
Nothin' like these cappin'-ass rappers
really 'bout that action (That action)
Send 'еm to my mama house
my sister signin' for the packagеs
Ain't no clothes in there, yeah, couple 'bows in there
Yeah, I put my blick and fix my shirt before I go inside
yeah (Right)
Two-three, serve on different zaza
come and pick your kind (Screw)
Ketamine'll get you high, this shit for the vibes (Screw)
Poppin' shit, catch me outside, they gotta duck and dodge
Really up, I got at least a dime in my garage
Gotta show me she your twin, let's have a ménage, yeah
Know the feds in town for switches and secret compartments
Every day, we pushin' pounds, we done beat up departments
They don't want me in that mode
swear I'm really the hardest

Fuck them niggas, let 'em die (Fuck 'em)
I want it televised (Yeah)
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out
223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind

TRX came bulletproof, bricks came in an inner tube
Frontline with them stompers every time
like I ain't got shit to lose (I do)
All about that pape', I'm on my grind
I got some shit to do (Yeah)
Use this as my interlude (Yeah)
I'm cool on all them interviews (Yeah)
Streets, I got 'em in a headlock
cut off my dreadlocks (Yeah)
The lawyer wanted seven hundred grand, he got it dead, doc
Been on his ass the last twelve months
he shouldn't have said nothin'
Don't ask me how I feel about him
fuck him, take his head off
Hundred grand stuffed in my sweatpants
these from Chrome Heart
Money over bitches, turn my back on gang? Hell nah
She stay on my mind, I think about her 'cause head raw
You'll wait in a line for these pills like it's med call
You ain't got a couple M's put up
you should shut the fuck up
All of y'all can't fuck with none of mine
I'm ready to put the check up
Tryin' to keep it low, but I don't know how
this shit a different level
I'm my brother's keeper
we all we got, we gotta stick together
She gon' give that twat to me whenever, say I get her wetter
All this shit I got from out the gutter
duckin' death forever
Never let 'em play me like a buster, on my lil' ones? Never
Money make your whole life better, I want this shit forever

Fuck them niggas, let 'em die (Fuck 'em)
I want it televised (Yeah)
I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide
Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out
223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind