Aye mob shit the way we zip it up
I ain't talking bouta phone when we hit em up
Real killers never scared to blick you up
All this money making we just kinda picked it up
Freak bitches they be tryna lick me up
Taking flights just so they can take pic with us
Bottle of Henny and 30s getting lit as fuck
Get the addy or uber I ain't gon pick you up
I heard they like to light it up we gon put ops inna wood
I only conversate with cash cause I'm misunderstood
I'm from the slums, from the streets, bitch I came from the hood
A lil white boy round Hatians teaching me how to move
Ain't nobody know my story ain't nobody know my past
Only thing I'm fucking with is my day ones and all this cash
Industry made these jits think its cool to start bad
And fuck love cause all these hoes want is the bag
They tryna slow me down PO on my ass for a year
The way I'm sipping on this syrup you would think that it's bear
They ain't bout it all the ops just wanna be feared
I'll put you six feet underground and your momma in tears
I was gonna fuck your hoe but gotta feeling she weird
All the za got me foggy my mind never been clear
Angel hiding on my shoulder, demon right in my ear
But I don't listen to no one just the damn engineer
I said mm, mm, mm the way I eat it up
Hoe said she tryna come over just so I can beat it up
I told that hoe to suck me sloppy wait til I skeet or some
With a hoe feel like I'm making bread the way I beat the buns
I feel like Lil Baby Errbody tryna be Me or Sum
All of you been swiping your designer like its free or some
I push to start my new urus heard your whip got keys or some
Can't tell if they want money or pics talkin bout cheese or some
So much damn green in the room we growing broccoli
So much damn cash in the room we play Monopoly
Your girl told me she wanna come over she started topping
By the end of the night she was smiling riding on top of me
I'll take your guap, fuck your bitch, that shit my property
Hoe started talking too much we calling her the hall police
Gave her the wrong number don't even know if she calling me
I feel like Tecca my money long as the lottery
Detroit type beat but I'm never up in Michigan
Your girl came over swallowed my kids and then you kissed the bitch
I told ya'll I can't fuck with a snake all of that hissing shit
I ain't ever associated with gang but I'm still hitting licks
Took his bitch, shoes, all of his chains, my shooter killing shit
Knife on me in the UK but we still drilling shit
"That one time when we took off his jays" Ok I'm listening
"Remember when we emptied the K?" That was a different hit