Packs that I sold (Yeah) And I got it for the low (Yeah) Whip, when I whip on the stove (Woah) Whip, then I let that go (Yeah) Man, I'm used to them bowls 'Round here, anything goes (Yeah) Done did 'em and throws (Woah) Know it's Link and my niggas and Moe's Yeah, yeah, packs that I sold, yeah, uh Got it for the low, yeah I whip, then I whip on the stove, yeah Whip, then I let that go, yeah Man, I'm used to the bowls 'Round here, anything goes, yeah Done did 'em and throws Know it's Luke and my niggas and Moe's Right for the bro, go, uh, put it in a chokehold, uh Met a lil' crazy bitch, uh, crazy what I like, though 3-D print truck, yeah, 3-D Benz truck, yeah When I really wanna rap-rap, I'ma really run 'em up, uh Take the whole rap ting, take da whole wap ching I put the rap game on the ropes and really make my ting, huh I'm a lil' willy, big stunt, all I need a black girl, big butt I could give a fuck or two fucks, what? What? Packs that I sold (Yeah) And I got it for the low (Yeah) Whip, when I whip on the stove (Woah) Whip, then I let that go (Yeah) Man, I'm used to them bowls 'Round here, anything goes (Yeah) Done did 'em and throws (Woah) Know it's Link and my niggas and Moe's Yeah, yeah, packs that I sold, yeah, uh Got it for the low, yeah I whip, then I whip on the stove, yeah Whip, then I let that go, yeah Man, I'm used to the bowls 'Round here, anything goes, yeah Done did 'em and throws Know it's Luke and my niggas and Moe's I'm too big for the rap shit, really Had no take but the pop too silly But one take and the world start geekin' Still in the hood ridin' 'round with the demons Me and Big Ray, we was out in palace I was nineteen and I lost my balance I was still askin', "Like, who these niggas?" Rap game easy, still no challenge Dunya lit, I think the blue group crazy Streets left on, nigga, beat that payment Few of them boys woulda beat them cases I was like, "Haha," then I had a baby Then I got bigger and the bag got long Like long, like me, ballplayers on the small play I was like, "Let's go," we was in beast mode God really chose us, niggas so special Rick Owens skate shoes, mixed wit da real Walt Real rap, real talk, meet Bill, I walk I float on beats, I don't need no gas-up This my belt for whoopings Might just cop you a cushion Invite my girl to the Dunya D.D might use some bonsom That bitch crazy, like, uh Packs that I sold (Yeah) And I got it for the low (Yeah) Whip, when I whip on the stove (Woah) Whip, then I let that go (Yeah) Man, I'm used to them bowls 'Round here, anything goes (Yeah) Done did 'em and throws (Woah) Know it's Link and my niggas and Moe's Yeah, yeah, packs that I sold, yeah, uh Got it for the low, yeah I whip, then I whip on the stove, yeah Whip, then I let that go, yeah Man, I'm used to the bowls 'Round here, anything goes, yeah Done did 'em and throws Know it's Luke and my niggas and Moe's

D-Roc I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside, for real I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real I'll be hanging outside with guerillas Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas Niggas rather be fly than realer And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up I'm in the gang for the dirty, dirty My right hand keep a .30 clip I done did some time with the murderers I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh Plot 'em every time I put up (put up) Trap house lookin' like a cookout (cookout) He was creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang) Cap a slingshot on 80 shit Cherry wood in all my whips Do it big, that label shit Created shit but stayed hood rich (stayed rich) That's how we lace this shit Get money, stay break a bitch At the top of the hill, another shootout With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (we wave that shit) Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (hundreds or mo') And I got my whole hood on go (hood on go) Bird call, I hate a lace, then got ghost (got ghost) Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan Chrome Heart bust, now I weigh it underhand Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag 'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man But the light just might be a train comin', man I had to spend some money to win some money I had the rooftop down but still had the tits up on it Weed so good, I taste up on it Lit hoe tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me Rose gold looking like ketchup on me I let that choppa ring, my holy matrimony All red like Patrick, homie Redbone, got her lashes on me I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (yeah) I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls

] I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah That still don't mean shit My cousin Geetchie and his baby motha' got into an accident And lost her baby, yet we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady That ain't shit, nigga, huh DC niggas legit now, yeah See Black kids gettin' killed by cops White man wanna shoot us down, niggas started sellin' rock And who the fuck can stop us now? My nigga, we ain't shit, nigga My old bitch lost a baby too Ain't know what the fuck to do Right before the first tape Almost killed a nigga for some Foams And quit this rappin' just to buy her shit Y'all niggas don't know this shit Landover, and smokin' dip Ain't even the half of it Half a father, half a bitch, and half a brick And have a bit of hope can take you far, shit And this just the intro, nigga, I ain't even spazzin' yet We ain't even make it yet Talk to me like I'm that nigga, ask me who I'm fuckin' now Momma can't go to family functions, they ask if I'm around Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too Look at the nigga, look at the boy that I had grew into The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already I can't tell Shakir to stop fuckin' around with Setea I can't tell my mama I ain't go to school for Setea I can't tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first Do you understand how much that shit might fuckin' hurt? That I put her ass third and my city first? I never trust that nigga Que, aye fuck I do to you? And fuck dat nigga Gleesh too, you ain't bulletproof Mo' money, mo' bitches, equal no problems My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit' no fathers Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles I never thought I'd be the nigga reppin' westside The crips love a nigga, say they rep the best side Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the lord See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God Me and my father, we started speakin' Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin' Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasn't eatin' Robbin', never gave a fuck about a job and Trappin' wit my nigga Sam and start romancin' Kali, we were gon' get married, move to Cali Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy Why you leave me, baby? Yeah, why you leave me, baby?

Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Let a nigga move one time in his prime Creep on the beat, when I ride, we gon' slide Got the whole DMV on my side Treated with bitches who slide on my line The way that the man whole team like a band, OG With a peng tryna smash the band I can escape and break, the glass, the Hen Y'all niggas goin' ghost, the Pac, the Man Shootin' at ya, clickity-clack, the fact is Word around is, it don't matter That your favorite rapper head on a silver platter My goons will catch ya, don't ask no questions When we in the zone, it's pure reaction Shawty hella thick and got an accent Might have to whip, and whip and gas it No time for it, so I lean I get lean (Lean, lean, lean) Triple beam scheme with the blacked-out seats, with a top-top freak I get cheese (Cheese, cheese, cheese) Cheddar, fettuccine, jig is up, you ain't ever seen I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revvin', gone Lil' Flip, I keep it pimpin' I keep quite a distance from niggas, so stay on the jump Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Let a nigga move two times in this bitch I don't miss, with the hits, kinda opposite With the shits, my style's so effortless I cream too hard, might just take ya bitch I shine too hard, I even shine in the dark No shots on D, and my god, whole team win it all I don't wanna fuck when I ball I don't even splurge at the mall Sold weed, sold pills, sold D, sold this, sold that Look, I don't wanna talk about it all Seen fiends, seen death, seen shots, seen this, seen that Look, I don't wanna talk about it all I miss Mac, 'cause he a maniac And I'm a maniac, and an insomniac And they shoot the choppa, I just take the choppa now And if I have to, I will take this chopper down Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my I'm finna make a hunnid billion racks For my children, finna max out, yeah And that's facts, yeah I'm finna cop a hunnid million packs Of that water wave, wet and wild All down my back, yeah