Hey (Ayy, Mitch) Bought some Wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock (Slatt) Got a stick way too big, I could kill a fox (Grrt) Hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (That cash) Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (You see) I can't cop no Aston Martin (Broke), that shit for the broke (No, no) I got me a new Lamborghini (Skrrt), it came with remotes (Yes) My bitch came from overseas, we fuck and she get choked (She fine) Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (Ooh, yeah) For the forty-fifth time, I'm good everywhere (On God) Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (Skrrt) Ten-carat earrings, a hundred grand, no kizzy (Ya dig?) This bitch geekin' off a school bus, she Miss Frizzie (Beep) Her best friend took too much boot, she too dizzy (Too dizz) I'm about to put 'em both in a figure-four Check a nigga out (Yeah), I'm that nigga that get shit done (Yeah) Tweetin' on my phone in the bath like Rev Run (Yeah, on God) Concrete boy, it's that new test ride on Big Pun (My bank) Got like five different APs, who want one? (Yeah, AP) It's a fact (Yes), I'ma always (Yes) get it done (I do) These niggas my sons and I'm 50 Cent (No love) Ridin' 'round (Yeah) in a Bentley (Yeah) and it got me bent (Yeah) This bitch thirsty, she need more water, you folks are Flint (Water) Bought some Wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock Got a stick way too big, I could kill a fox (Grrt) Hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (That cash) Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (You see) I can't cop no Aston Martin (Broke), that shit for the broke (No, no) I got me a new Lamborghini (Skrrt), it came with remotes (Yes) My bitch came from overseas, we fuck and she get choked (She fine) Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (Ooh, yeah) For the forty-fifth time, I'm good everywhere (On God) Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (Skrrt) I'm just tryna fuck her from the back with no issues We already know you goin' broke (Yes), keep your tissues Too much fuckin' money (Ooh) I've been making (Yes), I won't diss you Niggas plottin' on me, that's okay 'cause I tote pistols (Yeah, brrt) Niggas count me out, shit, that's okay 'cause I count money Fuck bein' in yo' top five, my mama's countin' hundreds (On God, Lousy)

Hundred blue and all ba-, hey Hundred ball and all blues on me, hmm Hundred off, hehe, what up, Helly? Yeah Bitch, alright, back to it, huh Hundred ball in all- Hundred ball in-, huh, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby) Hundred ball in all blues on me, bitch think I'm Crip In the deep, great white, don't think I'm shrimp G-O-A-T, shit, bitch, I think I'm him Gotta be ten plus with me to think I'm kin We are not cousins, we are not nothing Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, turn around, we are not hugging If I hear it's up, guarantee I got the Glock jumping 'Miris or the Ksubis or the PURPLE's, I don't rock Hudson's Threw the beam on the Glock 'cause it comes in handy Shot his legs off, he took the bag and tried to Running Man me Hundred dollar plates every meal, bitch, my stomach fancy I was young as hell loving pape', you was in love with candy I was young as hell masked up, before Halloween I was young as hell on that one shit, counting cheese I was young as hell on that court, hoped they scouted me Now, I'm balling on whoever once doubted me Told the bitch get the fuck on if she ain't throwing neck Zaza, Turtle Pie, this ain't motor breath Ten toes, bitch, I'm with the Reaper, all he know is step Backwood full of Runtz, swear I ain't joking, neph' Rapstar, walk around with a frozen neck Reach for a chain, hitman lay your soul to rest Skinny motherfucker, buffs on, all I know is flex Could've been a broke motherfucker, but I chose a check Could've been poor, but I'm rich now Turnt the city up, the first video on Richtown HipHop Lab, big threats, bitch, I'm lit now ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, don't get blicked down Red beam on old dog nose, he a big clown Unky moving through the 'bows, this his fifth pound Thousand dollar sneaks, I'd take your ass to Drip Town Hitman Mr. Headshot, you better get down You better try and run and flee, you better tuck and duck Big Bad Wolf, the Backwood finna huff and puff Working magic with the Visas, Hufflepuff In a spaceship, high as hell, finna hover up Three of red, turn my Mountain Dew into martian juice Push the lil' button, finna start the coupe This shit chess, so you better play your smartest move Put that lil' gun down, you ain't got the heart to shoot If we down two, I got a three in me Bitch talk loose, I'm on her head like a beady bead Y3 joggy, Kanye's, I got Adida feet In the scam house, same block, you can see a fiend Cous' in the trap, fuck around with some P's of beans Lil' lightskin, pretty bitch like Alicia Keys Ever get some real cheese, gotta feed your team Wear Crocs on some millionaires, I'm just being me Hehe, ayy, ShittyBoyz What up, Helly? Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, ShittyBoyz

Mars, uh And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) And me and that nigga geeked, we be tweakin' together (oh yeah, oh yeah) And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot-ass weather That nigga just like me, I ain't know I had a tether Ain't no nigga totin' like me, yo' shit light as a feather I don't wanna work with you, don't care, that's cool (go, go) Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this fucking stool (yeah, yeah) No internet, lil' bitch, beef with this fuckin' tool And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you (hell nah) Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you) And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you, you (oh yeah, oh yeah) Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (go, go) Bitch, these VVS' on my neck wet like a fucking pool (go) (Mars) And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real

(Simmyauto) Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Huh, huh, I know they say, "Never say never" But I couldn't be a hoe like you, I could never He said he couldn't meet a nigga like me, he could never It's hard to stay loyal to you when she looking at me in that way It's hard to not think about the way I touched you that night, you remember Blocked me on her page and now she wan' post on IG, she is clever Huh, hit her on a burner, I'm in Atlanta, pull up to the river You the spirit of Jezebel, but girl you wasn't my tether I was givin' my all to you, you cold, I give you my sweater Took you to a ball or two, and baby, you fit in a slipper Ho, I'm doin' my all for you, and you was just lettin' us wither And one thing I know, my money is small for you, so you better catch you a gripper (damn-damn-damn, huh) Somebody heard for right I'm Rula Santana tonight I'm wearin' Rick Owens tonight, yeah I'm countin' them bands tonight, yeah That hoe make it rain tonight, yeah I'm gettin' a tan today I'm gettin' some drinks tonight Yeah, I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, I'm rockin' some minx tonight I'm gettin' a tan today I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, I'm rockin' some minx tonight I'm gettin' a tan today I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Yeah, lil' shawty wan' fuck on the gang when she see us hop out that Jeep Damn, this hoe want my last name but I'm finna pass this freak (uh-uh) Yeah, she tryna get on my mind, I lock the door and pass the key (uh-uh) Yeah, I told the hoe one time that she'll never find another like me, yeah Yeah, my bitch too bad, I might make her my accessory (uh-uh) My mama say I rock like too much black, I might need me an exorcist (uh-uh) Diamonds shine forever, bitch If it's time, I'm ready And I might turn her on, no other shit Think this hoe heaven sent Uh, uh Meet a nigga like me, she could never (yeah) Be a nigga like you, I could never I'm with the gang nigga, forever (yeah) Gettin' fresh, nigga, forever (uh) Top floor but we on the fifth level (uh) Gettin' cash forever (uh) Fuckin' hoes forever (uh) Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Huh, huh, I know they say, "Never say never" But I couldn't be a hoe like you, I could never He said he couldn't meet a nigga like me, he could never It's hard to stay loyal to you when she looking at me in that way Yeah, meet a nigga like me, you could never (yeah) Yeah (yeah shawty, talk to 'em), meet a nigga like me, you could never (yeah) Yeah (yeah shawty, talk to 'em), meet a bitch like her, I might never (yeah) Yeah, shawty ridin', forever

Hahaha Son that ho out in front of big brother (yeah) It's THERULA, Santana, no other (BK) .556 toast you, smothered and covered (slatt) Give no fucks so we shoot at your mother You ain't Cupid, ho, I ain't your lover (ha) In the bag lethal weapon, Danny Glover (yeah) I slit throat 'cause I like when they suffer I'm 100, bitch, I ain't no bluffer (bitch) Oh, you totin'? Show me what it do (show me what it do) F&N to your dome, doo-doo-doo Look what Santana-na make her do (yeah) Said she love me, bitch, I know you do (Santana-na) Hoes on me and bitch so is the tool (shit) Link with you? Hahaha, you a fool Diamonds look like my hunnids, they blue (slatt) 30 round make a period pool (bitch) High as fuck, I ain't paranoid (yeah) Brunette ho, I call her Cher Lloyd (damn) In the back, we totin' them toys (bitch) Hit a lick, run off on them boys Yeah, reload the clip and you melee Bitch tried to finesse me and stay late (ha) That's the lick to the left of the ga-ate And I don't wanna flick up, I'm straight (what?) With the gang, pour the Wock' in the Faygo (uh-huh) Man, get off, told her leggo my Eggo (uh-huh) I am K on a nigga, he K.O. (what?) High as fuck, I think I grew a halo (bitch) I'm THERULA, whatever I say so .223 make a ho do the dab, Ayo, Teo Got a snow in the back sniffin' yayo (huh) And that bitch off the boof, Galileo (bitch) Yeah, your shit counterfeit (fuck) CD, slap my shit (shit) Love DG, that's it Fuck that ho like-, shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (fuck) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (bitch) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw) Fuckin' on me, I thought I was your lock How you scared of the trap but flexin' a Glock? Beef with his man, what the fuck is a rock? And my time is like money, ain't wastin' tick tock (yeah) You ain't TM, what you throwin' that up for? I said, "Let's play a game," I be shootin' the block (BK) Bitch, you ain't gang, why the fuck you act tough for? Teach that nigga a lesson with a rock and a sock (gang) Kaine and Tay-K, nigga, you a house nigga What the fuck you gon' do if I say, "Pull the trigger"? Hatin' on me 'cause my guala way bigger Oh, your gang a facade? Nigga, I figured Ru-ru-run that shit back, but I ain't talkin' Turbo She want me for my racks 'cause that bitch a gold digger (bitch) Stop coppin' airsoft, lil' ho, save the turtles Put that fire to his face, turn his ass to a singer, dead Your shit counterfeit (your shit, what?) CD, slap my shit (CD, huh) Love DG, that's it (what?) Fuck that ho like-, shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (yeah) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (yeah) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw) Run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch Ru-run that, run that bag, bitch

(Focus, focus, focus, hey, where's Perry?) Beh Huh, Beh Huh, Huh, Beh Huh, Huh, Beh Huh, Huh, (Bit) Ooh, you I got all my niggas in the bus with me like Scooby Doo Maison Mihara on my feet when I walk through you Once I see you belong to the streets, lil' bitch, we through with you Yeah, once I see you belong to that bitch, I'm gon' get through to you (Through to you) through to you (Through to you) through to you Yeah, got so much gwaluh in my motherfucking Trueys you Well I'm with Tame Impala and I know it's coming true, you All I care about, all I care about is blue you I turned her from upside down, you can't take a nigga crown End up on First 48 if that nigga talking down But I will not gun him down, I wanna be in heaven, ho Nigga text me he in town, we ain't linking 'fore he go We ain't linking 'fore he go, we ain't linking 'fore he dip If you got a problem with your nigga, do not tell me shit If you really cuff with that bitch, don't hop on my dick If you really 'bout what you say, nigga, do it Yeah, I'm tired of these hating hoes, tired of this hating shit Tired of these basic clothes, tired of a basic bitch Taught to get on a row, why to conform to it? My nigga got a MAC-10 and it got a full clip I'm tired of the rap trends, I'm tired of the cool shit I'm tired of the big boots and leather pantaloons I'm tired of these niggas talking shit 'cause I'm the coolest I'm fucking on your ho, her pussy wet like macaroni Ooh, you I got all my niggas in the bus with me like Scooby Doo Maison Mihara on my feet when I walk through you Once I see you belong to the streets, lil' bitch, we through with you Yeah, once I see you belong to that bitch, I'm gon' get through to you (Yeah) Duck, duck, duck Duck, duck, duck Duck, duck, duck Duck, duck, duck

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah BK, (lean L-E-A-N) shit, shit, yeah Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag I heard your bitch wanna sit on my lap She bad on IG, I'ma double tap You trap and you hard, man, that's double cap Two twin Glocks give a nigga double nap Sleep, nigga, know they sleep on me Had a bad day so he weep on me With the gang, nigga, eight plus three What you want? Why you hate on me? You cannot fucking play with me BK, keep the K with me Give her the boot, you can't stay with me Call of Duty, keep that ray with me Pack came, nigga, know I'ma flip it That bitch attach like a motherfucking sticky Fah fah, make a move and stick it How many does it take, you get it? How many does it take to get it? How many bullets it take to rip it? 7.62s hit your fucking fitted Hoodie on me and it's large, can't fit it I cannot wait to say I did it Paycheck is my daily spending Coupe thief in the night 'cause it's tinted High as hell off this Perc' 10 Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag Santana, Santana Santana, Santan Uh, Santana

(Fuck, shit, shuh) Bk Bk (Shit, aye) Gang got the fucking Mac in the yo Hoe name Marissa on go Big bank and the ice be on froze Pour a 4 leave that lil na froze Fuck with the team lead to mayhem Can't do the dash 223's a chase him He aint the woods but on me ill face him Can't see me in nothing on me ill mace him Fuck all that he say she say shit Shine together Leven' BK shit Say he a shooter whole gang (Akeke) and shit Oh thats yo girl? She on freak freak shit BDA on some sneak peak shit 30 round let it leak weak bitch Let it reek reek bitch Let it reek reek bitch Hoes clapping at the spot like a glizzy Most of them psycho, who? Lizzy Purp pour it in the sprite getting fizzy Tryna get piped hoe (Bow) busy Peep out the window then grab the extension No disrespect we a teach you a lesson He came in flexing and walked out all drenching Even pressing nas like he was benching Shit dead