Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up (Haha) I told you, I only make stoner music Gangster music, killer music Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE) Yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah) Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah) Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep Wake that bitch up on a Perky Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her I'ma keep this shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah) I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh) Keep this shit 100, yeah I was raised by mama, yeah Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah 13, carryin' that thunder, yeah Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh) Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred) I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir) She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese) Uh, yeah Hahahaha The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeah

I be moving how I move Runnin up the blues I was broke and on my ass so I had to miss school I was breaking all the rules Now I'm 22 It feel good to be a boss cause you ain't doing what I do Young nigga self made we don't trust shit He be talking real tuff but he ain't bust shit Say you bout to hit the road nigga what whip Bro hit the gas last week and been stuck since Don't get touched I'm the right nigga to fuck with Carties on if it's up then it's stuck bitch Tell me how y'all feel safe with only one blick Oh y'all five niggas deep then imma bust six Throat baby come here and you can show me what that mouth do Man bro so comfy he hit Miami in the house shoes Yo main mans switched oh that's really what that clout do Lon6z had me come back but really I was bout to Back like Jordan in 96 I put pressure on these niggas I might take yo bitch Giving credit where it's due cause I really with the hating shit Put a tag up on yo head just to show you I ain't having it Know some niggas good at call of duty Shooting shit was made for it I can't let that ride Need a bad bitch with bad pussy Not while I'm alive She gone be so salty she gone dead like a homicide Better take precautions before you go raw inside Every nigga that be fucking end up in the fuckin inside Ima real nigga to fuck with Never passive aggressive tell her to suck Tell her never let me down Higher chance that I will cuff it A little patience a little patience let it build up to something Quit yo rushing bitch I said Been so long since I gave her the D Had to cut her ass off but she couldn't believe Everytime that I see her she geeking and bubbly And I don't pay her no attention like the bitch is ugly Drove from Dayton to Flynt right back to the D And I dating no more bitching ain't fucking for free Going 75 down I-75 Them sneaky ass state troopers get off my dick Yea this an RT, alright I got bags and bags in Alright yea alright This an RT I got bags on bags in the car seat The way I move through the mug I got swap feet If five niggas run toward me I bet I drop three I mean stop three So much going on right now they can't stop me Me and bro got the same car we can swap jeeps And we got the same straps we can swap heats Okay this a fast car but I slow creep Or a red mothafuckin' with the white seats Before I ice a bitch out I gotta ice me What kind of Glock 40 you got a nineteen Naw that a nine millimeter Still fuck around with crystal yea Ice-T I'm always close to the game yea spike lee Always follow my first mind you can't hype me If a nigga looking fucked up then he might be Only had four lines of drink had to drop three My last line spoke to me why not me Like the last line was really talking to me Like, why you ain't pour me up Like what I do wrong, tah Get motivated nigga know what I'm say

All this drip up in my veins I got the sauce for days Drippin out my scars I need a first aid I get all the plays Chester cheese bout my Frito make it underlay Drip drop leak drip drop splash My drip on infinity Y'all gone drown from this drip drip drip drip drip Hope y'all don't sink from this drip drip drip drip drip My water bill on ten from this drip drip drip drip drip Pass it down to my git and you know he got that drip Wedding ring ain't got no bling mean I'm married to the dream I got glaze I got sauce said I'm krispier than cream Yea I'm hotter than exhaust I'm so fresh and I'm so clean Cool as other side of pillow ESPN magazine Shoutout my brother that Stewart Scott I'm selling drip do you want you a shot I little bit of Wyclef with Lauren Hill baby Is you ready or you not I take advantage I put her on spot she like your drip is hot Keep me a cold play raise her stock Is water wet no my drip wet wet, they like break me off a piece of that Kit Kat kat I know you see me dripping from my sweat sweat sweat From my necklace to my back back back You cannot buy this drip with no racks swear this is no cap I grew up with all this drip on me I got it from way back All this drip up in my veins I got the sauce for days Drippin out my scars I need a first aid I get all the plays Chester cheese bout my Frito make it underlay Drip drop leak drip drop splash My drip on infinity Y'all gone drown from this drip drip drip drip drip Hope y'all don't sink from this drip drip drip drip drip My water bill on ten from this drip drip drip drip drip Pass it down to my git and you know he got that drip Man this oc I'm bout to od Man I'm feeling so great I feeling like Tony All this cheese and all this sauce no macaroni Im the new new Ginuwine come ride this pony Get it get it get it aye Know that I'm badder than barbie you can just caught me outside I'm fresher than tide I'm fresher than bounty I'm all in your county I'm running this shit so its no need to hide I have no ceiling or feeling I'm chilling don't hate on the hero my limit the sky I cannot cut of the faucet you better recognize All these chains up on me like I'm Django I have tango Charge for all my time and I dodge hoes just like Durangos yea Stacking all my chip like some pringles that my lingo I make it do what it do have Jamie Foxx singing my jingles yea All this drip up in my veins I got the sauce for days Drippin out my scars I need a first aid I get all the plays Chester cheese bout my Frito make it underlay Drip drop leak drip drop splash My drip on infinity Y'all gone drown from this drip drip drip drip drip Hope y'all don't sink from this drip drip drip drip drip My water bill on ten from this drip drip drip drip drip Pass it down to my git and you know he got that drip

No I can't read yo mind little momma hell no I can't They don't even know the pounds from a can of paint Stashing all these jewels in my brain make you think If you can't swim than you sink eyes low like a chink Run it up don't you spend it you invest that Say the work fire but you know you better test that If the shit ain't straight then you know you better press that Counterfeit these niggas fake all naw hell naw i can't mess with that All I know is run it up and get the bag Hunnid after hunnid in my Louie Bag Shit hanging out my pocket I don't give a damn Wish a nigga would on the hood he getting slammed Diamonds make a nigga blink winter time it's a mink Water deep you gone sink pussy ass nigga Baguette link white and pink and my own what you think Look at his face what you see pussy mad nigga Im getting money ain't no stopping me boy I'm on my grind better follow me boy I can't even read yo mind no little mama I can't Only time I feel the vibe when we high or we drink You niggas fakin I can't mess with that I did that nigga I'm taking pictures money everywhere I been that nigga Shit all I know is run it up get the bag run it up Kiss my ass bitch I run it up Boosie Badazz No I can't read yo mind little momma hell no I can't They don't even know the pounds from a can of paint Stashing all these jewels in my brain make you think If you can't swim than you sink eyes low like a chink Run it up don't you spend it you invest that Say the work fire but you know you better test that If the shit ain't straight then you know you better press that Counterfeit these niggas fake all naw hell naw i can't mess with that Niggas talking bout money but they won't run it up Give these niggas game but they want soak it up be a witness to Jehovah bra All up in they business cause they nosey as fuck Money stashed in the back truck like it's a brinks truck Fast cash make me happy put a smile on my face No calls no data no cash it's no trace Made it back to the crib without a mark on my body I got bout 10 stacks I even got some poonani I even spent time with the fam That why I didn't come back with the full ten You said you really getting cash I'm like really who you fooling where yo money go You ain't shit to show you think know but you don't know Getting all this streaming money ain't even did a show yet That little shit you cannot fold it When you get that paper same niggas ask to hold it Do all that talking man they acting man they acting Like some rodents that shit you can't control it All ima do is me and nigga stay focus That's on period still don't know my narrative Document my lifestyle till I'm riding on a chariot Money coming in various forms shout out to my nigga Norm And he say the real back well that's when I'm in the rarest form No I can't read yo mind little momma hell no I can't They don't even know the pounds from a can of paint Stashing all these jewels in my brain make you think If you can't swim than you sink eyes low like a chink Run it up don't you spend it you invest that Say the work fire but you know you better test that If the shit ain't straight then you know you better press that Counterfeit these niggas fake all naw hell naw i can't mess with that

Probably probably Aye, probably probably Aye, probably probably Bandz made this (Producer Tag) Oh yea Chris (Producer Tag) Probably Probably Probably bout to let my old girl go Probably bout to cop a new whip and a wardrobe Probably bout to have a threesome with four hoes Probably bout to start off with 2 till I get board with those, aye aye Probably bout tot hoop with my niggas and let the stress out Seven on seven my nigga I run the best routes Probably bout to run up this check I'm bout to cash out Probably bout to have my girl girl cookin' get some takeout I'm indecisive I don't know what I want I can't make up my mind Big booty on the phone and a cute one on the other line And my grandma just cook I wanna eat but I don't eat swine Bitch think she bad can't cook how you are a dime Jack of all trades don't know what to do today And I keep the tool who I'm gonna screw today They don't see the bigger picture man it's too vague Know I see the vision I see it in four K Probably ain't gone like me if I tell her what it is Probably ain't gone like me if I nut in her don't want kids Probably ain't gone like me if she text me leave her on read Probably ain't gone like me it's wateva it is what it is She gone get real jealous if she see my dm's Even gone get more salty if I call her 2am I don't do no cuddle after I bust its's no affection Probably ain't gone like me if I fuck without protection Yea, Uh Probably cause my momma neva show me love Yea, Uh Probably cause my daddy was a scrub Yea, Uh Probably cause I came out the mud Might kill a nigga but I wish a nigga would Probably Probably Probably bout to let my old girl go Probably bout to cop a new whip and a wardrobe Probably bout to have a threesome with four hoes Probably bout to start off with 2 till I get board with those, aye aye Probably bout tot hoop with my niggas and let the stress out Seven on seven my nigga I run the best routes Probably bout to run up this check I'm bout to cash out Probably bout to have my girl girl cookin' get some takeout Uhh Probably bout to fuck a nigga bitch if she look me On cap I already eat Lit uh really with the shit Real life better even though you know I'm the reason for the pill hype Um, Hold Up Said I probably just had me some anejo My neighbors probably think Ima A hoe Every car that I hop out a day old, fuck Let me holla at dawg Probably bout to pocket me another dub Watch when you bump into blood Drop you with this rocket you know I got it in the da club Bitch I'm way more disrespectful then 50 cent, huu I'm Probably bout be here on some bigger shit, um Cause I'm ignorant grown as fuck and mischievous AKA Mr Michigan with the Benjamins, hmmm I'm probably bout to fuck a bitch that you thought I neva would Already fuck on a bitch that you neva thought I would, ummm Probably bout to bring her through the hood, ummm Pull up in E La all slam with the wood Walk up with hammer like I wish a nigga would And know I walk in with ham like boy don't do it We probably bout to beat a nigga up Getting jump ain't no even nothin' Ran up the sco neva ran on no hoes Probably Probably Probably bout to let my old girl go Probably bout to cop a new whip and a wardrobe Probably bout to have a threesome with four hoes Probably bout to start off with 2 till I get board with those, aye aye Probably bout tot hoop with my niggas and let the stress out Seven on seven my nigga I run the best routes Probably bout to run up this check I'm bout to cash out Probably bout to have my girl girl cookin' get some takeout