I'm so quick to call a play

they been done threw you off the backboard

If I up my price now, they give me exactly what I ask for

Take the jersey off your back

you ain't with the gang no more

She gave me head for some hours

I'm like, "Damn, I know your neck sore"

Soon as I wake up, I hit the blunt and put my chain on

Soon as I wake up, I hit the cut and put my rings on

I can show you how to make like twenty mil' off eight songs

Ain't no S on my chest, it's an F with this Bape on

Everybody know if you run up, I'll make you fall back

I been rich for some years

ain't seen you niggas with the ball yet

I heard niggas goin' broke

I swear to God I could've called that

I don't respect no nigga tellin'

that shit over, you a whole rat

Nigga think it's sweet, they gon' spin until they get him

You gotta make that shit count

you can't hit nobody innocent

Chopper back a nigga down

get in that paint, then we finish him

You the type to go around tellin' niggas that we killin' it

I don't wanna hit your blunt, swear to God you can face that

Right there with my zipper be exactly where her face at

You the type of nigga tryna pinch at your man's sack

Every bullet in here hit a nigga like a ho back

Hundred-twenty, all fifties, it look good than a bitch

I only got this Glock 'cause it's good with the switch

You want me on a song, twenty thousand for a hit

This cup dark as fuck, like three hundred every sip