Verse 1

How I feel? Ain’t nobody got my back for real

I’m out juggin’, I ain’t thinking bout no fucking deal

Everytime I feel down I pour up for real

My mama cussed me out when she found my stash of pills

Ain’t no flockin’ over here, you’ll get killed for real

I can’t have no hoe, I’m fucking nigga’s bitches still

I get chills in my body when I rip that seal

I need some M’s out this shit, I just wanna live

Put a 50 on that bitch, watch me spin the wheel

Ain’t no hoe in my blood I don’t know how that feel

I’m putting my mama in a mansion ‘fore I get a deal

Don’t you see how niggas living? Yeah the punches real

We hit the mall high as hell just to fuck it up

I lost my brother & sister before 21

If I couldn’t talk to y’all I’d be fucked up

Stay out my way, I’m tryna rap don’t get fucked up

Send some slim. 223’s at yo’ putt putt

Cute bitch, nice titties, with a lil butt

I seen a nigga write something & take the whole team

My young dawg keyed some drank, but never sold lean

This F&N’ll shut you down & clear the whole scene

All my niggas striking shit like a bowling team

I’m a thousand miles from home tryna live my dream

My nigga I’ll meet you there as long as it’s green

Chorus

Had to give that bitch some space, she got too attached

Shit, I feel like Otto Porter, he know where it’s at

Do you wanna make some money with no strings attached?

And it’s really haunting me, my AMG abstract

I’m getting rich out this booth, I’ma stand on that

And I don’t listen to y’all niggas

I don’t believe them raps

I’ma pitch you a bitch I can’t breathe with that

My nigga O was getting scripts like he needed help

Verse 2

Aye, when you was down was them hoes around?

I just loaded up this clip before I left the house

Since this bitch talk so much she can use her mouth

On the back road, doing numbers in the South

If I told you everything, you’d be heading out

Bitch we in this shit forever, we gone work it out

High as hell, rolling up got me ripping stouts

I heard yo nigga pouring green, tell him wash his mouth

I’m in this shit by myself, I had to figure out

Just me & Kane in my 7 bedroom house

You wanna verse from me, nigga I need a half pound

You’ll catch a bullet to yo’ head tryna take my crown

Chorus

Had to give that bitch some space, she got too attached

Shit, I feel like Otto Porter, he know where it’s at

Do you wanna make some money with no strings attached?

And it’s really haunting me, my AMG abstract

I’m getting rich out this booth, I’ma stand on that

And I don’t listen to y’all niggas

I don’t believe them raps

I’ma pitch you a bitch I can’t breathe with that

My nigga O was getting scripts like he needed help