Nah I hear you)
(Topline you crazy for this one, haha)

If the wire account don't cut for me
If the Glock. 26 don't talk for me
If that's how you buy a fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob niggas without guns for me
How you keep gettin' charged, gettin' buns for me
If I'm on fifth, knock it long for me
It's the scammin' hard phone some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me
Yeah I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah I'm pourin', three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't givе a fuck 'bout no Vip wristband
Ayy, book me a fuck around, throw off the backend
My brothеr committed, sure he got the package
I made it, I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends

It's rainin' on your pussy when I get in, you runnin' from me
Fuck her but had to buy some weed
You figure she bad and she hit nigga for weed
Ayy, it's the way you gotta cramp the lane for me, it's the puttin' guns on the ground for me
Yeah hoe gon' share it, say she knew Lerice
I'm makin' moves, I won't renew the lease
Food on a I'ma handle the chick, I ain't takin' the they be in the house
I got lean and a dro
I make money independent, dyin' for a All my dawg they know, you might they post
You play with us? You just might die with that joke
You better check up, I mean you gon' die with that hoe
In my city you lack, you gon' die with that smoke

If the wire account don't cut for me
If the Glock. 26 don't talk for me
If that's how you buy a fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob niggas without guns for me
How you keep gettin' charged, gettin' buns for me
If I'm on fifth, knock it long for me
It's the scammin' hard phone some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me
Yeah I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah I'm pourin', three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a fuck 'bout no Vip wristband
Ayy, book me a fuck around, throw off the backend
My brother committed, sure he got the package
I made it, I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends

For me it's the Patek
She send me the addy, I pull up to This ain't from rappin' this shit out the attic, I'm movin' the package
I keep so G, ain't no lies with me (For me)
Damn that bitch bad, it's the ass for me
Why she standin' like this, this the thighs for me
And she get money, it's the grind for me
She don't see no hoes, yeah you blind for me
Straight up in apartment, doin' crime for me
Partner in the fed, doin' the time for me
Jay in the kitchen, cookin' nines for me
And I ain't never paid, a nigga slide for me
Why not? 'Cause it's the heart for me
Pull up in the hood with so much work, and I ain't never thought 'bout no nigga robbin' me
Hit the Too busy wit me
right plug been spoilin' me
They'll give it to your dawg like Amazon Prime
Every time you beat, when your homeboy dyin' (Yeah)
Every time you post and you catchin' be lyin'
Nigga live your life, quit tryna live mine
what's poppin' to me
It's the profit for me, pop out and reup again
My bitch a 20, two 10's
And I don't do friends
I prefer enemies, at least I know what these niggas plan to do to me, yeah
Crib in the suburb but really it's the trenches for me (Yeah)
but really it's the kitchen for me (The kitchen for me, yeah)

If the wire account don't cut for me
If the Glock. 26 don't talk for me
If that's how you buy a fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob niggas without guns for me
How you keep gettin' charged, gettin' buns for me
If I'm on fifth, knock it long for me
It's the scammin' hard phone some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me
Yeah I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah I'm pourin', three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a fuck 'bout no Vip wristband
Ayy, book me a fuck around, throw off the backend
My brother committed, sure he got the package
I made it, I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends