Absolutely All you niggas act like hoes, 'cause you know I got yo' hoe I be counting up my rolls, give a damn about a hoe See the cops I gotta go, 'bout to take a backroad I be at the Citgo, everything for the low Taxin' niggas out they money, I feel like I'm Uncle Sam I don't flex for you niggas, I be flexin' for the Gram Took his bitch then I fucked her, bet I fucked her right on cam Finesse niggas out they money, that's exactly who I am You say you a trap nigga, you can't even whip a brick You say you a real nigga, explain how I took yo' shit Why your bitch on my dick, that's supposed to be yo' bitch She just want a trap nigga and she like me 'cause I'm rich I can never be a hoe and I put that on my soul All my niggas on the road, take my chain I gotta blow I be countin' bankrolls, sellin' bricks by the sto' I be at your corner sto', catch me by the Citgo Shawty bad, she so fine, she gon' hop in the ride Fuck the police they some hoes, I can't even be outside Bitch my diamonds, they be dancin' Boy I'm clean just like some tide If finessin' was a crime, would of had to do some time Three grams in the wood, I can smoke it by myself Speedin' in a fuckin' Bimmer, boy your ass gon' get left I got thirty-three rounds, so I do not need no help Sprayed the pistol at his face, then I ask him how it felt Bitch, I'm tryna get designer, tryna rock a big belt Ben and Jackson are my friends, I don't trust nobody else I be coolin' in the crib, I been rollin up that dope All my niggas want you dead, so they send shots with the scope I send shots with the scope You already know I sell dope by the Citgo, that's just how it go And you know Duwap Kaine want some mo' I swear to God I sell them packs just for the low Ayy, niggas actin' like some funny cocks See the police, do the bunny hop Got a lot of shots in my Glock Stashed a hundred rounds, that won't stop I'll never be in that field with you I'ma have to keep it real with you You's a pussy nigga sneak dissin' So you better keep that steel with you Al-All you niggas act like hoes, 'cause you know I got yo' hoe I be totin' on the Glock, yeah, my Glock it hold 'bout fo' And I ain't worried 'bout a opp 'cause my niggas down to blow I be rollin' off them pills, mix the molly with' the fo' All my niggas on the block catchin' bodies I promise you I would never wife a thottie And I be ballin', I be ballin' like I'm Scottie I fucked yo' hoe and I'm not finna say sorry Po' up that fo', gotta pour up that fo' Po' up that fo', I gotta pour up that fo' I'm done I want some more, I gotta pour up that fo' Po' up that fo', po' up that fo' Po' up that fo', then I go take your hoe Pour up that fo', that fo'