Don't like to pop them xans
Body make me throw it up, I like to pop them bands
And throw the money up so she can run and tell her friends
And I ain't got no friends, just demons in my head
And I ain't got no real friends, they just in my head
Hard ass nigga, but I'm from the 8
Now bout' where you from, only what's in your blunt (Yea)
Reggie in your blunt
Name someone more iller, real niggas know
Location can't make you a killer
Seen them niggas get taken away, seen them niggas get dug in they grave
Heard them niggas was talking that crap, then they wanna come and give me daps
On your bitch butt and I'm taking these naps, that lil bitch gone suck on these nuts
Lil dumb nigga I'll take you class, come join me, you won't even pass
Where I'm at, you can't even pass, say you balling, but hittin' the glass
Say you shoot, where the fuck was I at? Say you with it, but where is you at?
You ain't drillin' unless you at, and me gang put a drill to your head
Try to press, put a price to his head, enough of the talking, come visit this lead
He only pressed, he ain't making this bread
If I was you I'd put a gun to my head

Don't like to pop them xans
Body make me throw it up, I like to pop them bands
And throw the money up so she can run and tell her friends
And I ain't got no friends, just demons in my head
And I ain't got no real friends, they just in my head

Aye, Nigga I'm from the B
Everything they say is cap lowkey
I'm over your bitch house overseas
Baby just open your mouth, let me see (See)
Nigga my stick got a radar and that bitch read (Read)
Waking em' up like a day job, clocking in G's
She like, "geez, I ain't never had a real nigga with cheese"
I'm like please, tell the opps niggas keep the hate off me
Can't even breathe, now I gotta put his ass on Say Cheese
She gotta grieve, she lost a son because of me (Because of me)
Heard them niggas was talking that crap, but I got tunnel vision and some racks
If he don't see the vision, to the back
I'm hitting bitches only from the back, I got her sucking dick because I rap
Back in the day get a nut, hit the trap
Missing the old me, where he at?, that's in the past
Back in the day used to hit on that bitch, but her booty got fat
Still got demons all up in my head, they telling me to clap

Don't like to pop them xans
Body make me throw it up, I like to pop them bands
And throw the money up so she can run and tell her friends
And I ain't got no friends, just demons in my head
And I ain't got no real friends, they just in my head