Yeah they thirty a piece Clean sauce, they dirt cheap Finesse if you sleep Peek-a-boo, please don't weep Yeah they thirty a piece Clean sauce, they dirt cheap Finesse if you sleep Peek-a-boo, please don't weep Arm & Hammer, left you with a clean number Know that, you ain't never bought the banker What's happening? got the trap bunkin' Turned a lil some' to a whole lot of some' Junkies comin' in, junkies goin' out Hundreds in the sofa, fifties in the couch Play with it, hit ya in the mouth Bankhead Shawty or you call me dirty south Yeah they thirty a piece Clean sauce, they dirt cheap Finesse if you sleep Peek-a-boo, please don't weep Yeah they thirty a piece Clean sauce, they dirt cheap Finesse if you sleep Peek-a-boo, please don't weep Wrapping but a nigga still hands on Never hit the trap without my handgun Never take a rap without my Samsung Never trust these niggas 'cause they tampons Cooking that curry, gettin' Steph Curry Whip it up, now it gettin' McFlurry Nigga going crazy with the glass bowl The fast money turned me to an asshole Stove and the microwave, we getting to it Had about twenty things in the Buick Used to sell rocks on the dirty curb Met right playin' with that dirty fur Yeah they thirty a piece Clean sauce, they dirt cheap Finesse if you sleep Peek-a-boo, please don't weep Yeah they thirty a piece Clean sauce, they dirt cheap Finesse if you sleep Peek-a-boo, please don't weep