The streets is all I had to love on, I'm from a drug zone

Lil' homie keep his mug on

can't wait 'til all the bros home (Free y'all)

Skinny-dippin' with a model bitch

she don't got no pudge on her (Skinny)

I can get you orange and blue pills, I got a plug on 'em

ERD my jacket, we done splashed it

I gotta keep my ratchet (Yeah)

This year, let 'em have it

cop a gulf stream to offset my taxes (Let's go)

Hittin' it from the back, she gettin' attacked

this shit like black magic

Tennis chains, a carat and a half on my ears

gettin' clarity

Nothin' like these cappin'-ass rappers

really 'bout that action (That action)

Send 'еm to my mama house

my sister signin' for the packagеs

Ain't no clothes in there, yeah, couple 'bows in there

Yeah, I put my blick and fix my shirt before I go inside

yeah (Right)

Two-three, serve on different zaza

come and pick your kind (Screw)

Ketamine'll get you high, this shit for the vibes (Screw)

Poppin' shit, catch me outside, they gotta duck and dodge

Really up, I got at least a dime in my garage

Gotta show me she your twin, let's have a ménage, yeah

Know the feds in town for switches and secret compartments

Every day, we pushin' pounds, we done beat up departments

They don't want me in that mode

swear I'm really the hardest

Fuck them niggas, let 'em die (Fuck 'em)

I want it televised (Yeah)

I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide

Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out

223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind

TRX came bulletproof, bricks came in an inner tube

Frontline with them stompers every time

like I ain't got shit to lose (I do)

All about that pape', I'm on my grind

I got some shit to do (Yeah)

Use this as my interlude (Yeah)

I'm cool on all them interviews (Yeah)

Streets, I got 'em in a headlock

cut off my dreadlocks (Yeah)

The lawyer wanted seven hundred grand, he got it dead, doc

Been on his ass the last twelve months

he shouldn't have said nothin'

Don't ask me how I feel about him

fuck him, take his head off

Hundred grand stuffed in my sweatpants

these from Chrome Heart

Money over bitches, turn my back on gang? Hell nah

She stay on my mind, I think about her 'cause head raw

You'll wait in a line for these pills like it's med call

You ain't got a couple M's put up

you should shut the fuck up

All of y'all can't fuck with none of mine

I'm ready to put the check up

Tryin' to keep it low, but I don't know how

this shit a different level

I'm my brother's keeper

we all we got, we gotta stick together

She gon' give that twat to me whenever, say I get her wetter

All this shit I got from out the gutter

duckin' death forever

Never let 'em play me like a buster, on my lil' ones? Never

Money make your whole life better, I want this shit forever

Fuck them niggas, let 'em die (Fuck 'em)

I want it televised (Yeah)

I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide

Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out

223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind