(YGD) It's with an X, nigga Before you do some shit, ask yourself is this gon' make you money? Got tired of grinding for it and paid a lil' nigga to make it for me Can tell you don't care about shit, you just broke a hundred Seen an opp and gave him a fifty out the drum, so I just broke a hundred You pro'd nothin' off that one shit, so you went broke for nothin' You spent your last money on some coochie, so you went broke for nuttin' I spammed the trigger on the ARP and almost broke the button 12 crashed the whip tryna chase the Scat, so I just broke a dozen Niggas pull up to the 810 to see how I'm livin' They drivin' down the street thinkin' it's sweet, I'm really from the trenches Sellin' dog, get an LLC and say I'm selling Frenchies Give him every bullet out the chop since he feelin' stingy I had that same line in my other song, I just said it different I'm a pit, you a poodle, nigga, we was breded different You cute, but I gotta fuck you on the floor because my bed expensive Five niggas hoppin' out the truck with eleven pistols Yeah, we all got two a piece I know that's ten, but we keep the extra chop under the seat I got a thousand on my feet shootin' a video for a feat', nigga And that nigga paid me fifteen-hundred I'll never bash a broke nigga, 'cause I ain't had no money A nigga never played me out of shit 'cause ma ain't raise no dummy He took a sniff of that one shit and turned into a flunkie He ain't get pussy the first night, he turned into a munchie I'm finna start signin' niggas, Fxce Master P We get pulled over while we in the A, make bae stash the weed They could've grabbed anybody in Flint, but they asked for me You want me to do two lines in your song, that's half a G Nigga, that's just what it is, I'm done showing love Pulled twenty thousand out in all blues, I'm done showing dubs I caught a case, was in that bitch like, "Man, I'm done totin' guns" I got out the next day and grabbed that Drac' and dropped a hundred-plus Nigga, I was bustin' two fifty clips Shoot him nine times with the 41 on some fifty shit Kick the hoes out the studio 'cause they was on some pick me shit The .223s in the ARP lookin' like some Pixy Stix Oh, the lil' bitch got some ass, then I'm trickin' then Took the badges off, they tryna figure out what kinda whip we in Bitch, what you keep cryin' for? Only the tip was in I got with my ex just so I can fuck and then I dipped again Dope house money, you would think we had the brickies in Broke a bitch down, I was only like three minutes in Real trappers, wearin' wheat Timbs off the Dickie pants Snatch a Scat out the driveway, I got sticky hands You might as well get a bus pass 'cause you ain't gettin' it back You a ham, your bitch got fucked and you still attached They gave you cheese to keep your mouth closed and you still a rat Man, I'm tryna see the hardest nigga out, where the mirror at?