(Sonic goin' crazy) Blew a hundred last month at Tooties If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch Take some time, talk some shit, I ain't never lost a bitch Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as shit Real rich nigga, I can tell you how them flawless diamonds hit Real shooter, aim at yo' medulla, I'm a connoisseur Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka If you listen, I can teach shit, gotta be quick Lil' nigga think he litty, only got a street hit I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' nigga could talk and shit I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do it and now we killin' shit Blew a hundred last month at Tooties If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions You be speculatin', I know you niggas can't stand us I can patty cake with all these niggas one handed Global jet pass, I can't never get stranded Make my niggas buss a shh on a shh shh I'm quick to hear a bitch talkin' and tell her, "Shh shh" We got assassins makin' deals goin' two for one She talkin' like she want molly, I told her do one You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet Blew a hundred last month at Tooties If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

June, you're a genius Hitmaka Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to takе a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road ragе Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see I got the blessings of an Angel everyday on me Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I'm from Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf Work, wonder what's up under my shirt Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched Nigga, T.I.P been solid, speak against his name in the hood And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin' But moments in the past just made me who I am That's why I don't run from it Keep it one hunnid Anyone who don't like it, then fuck 'em Get a little money then double level Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope To Puff Daddy standin' with me in Chinchilla Road run, Rubberband Man Made a 100 mil' off of 50 grand man Well, goddamn My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch Put your heart in this shit, you're bound to get rich, no cap Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview I got people askin' me, "What the fuck done got into you?" I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handouts Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house We ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't How you make the gun go on safety? It don't You that young turnt nigga, Baby, for shit, sure Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat Heard a nigga say he want smoke Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more I ain't really up for no arguin' Nigga said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin Shut up, sucka nigga, get up Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit up Foreign, automotives all in my lawn Yawn, did this shit so long it's gettin' borin' Trap to the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap-music right now But you know we ain't with the hype, a million on the mic Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we like I'm a king, done my thing from the green to the white When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics Say I ain't the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid Fuck what all 'em other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin' Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it Started sellin' crack for employment Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent Get the suckas out the way and get rich Blockin' my path Boy, the .40 Kal start barkin' like my nigga DMX in this bitch I'm a vet' at this shit And all I ever been was authentic 20 years I been handlin' my business Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies Buyin' everything on the west side of the city 'Cause that's where all the niggas don't play about T.I.P So what I care 'bout what you got to say to T.I.P? Nigga, beg your pardon

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper