I got hunnids comin' in, yeah, fuck what they sayin'
Bitch tryna eat it up, yeah, right through the pants
Done ran through sixty bands, you don't even understand
I'm finna start my own damn bank, this shit hard to manage (Yeah)
This shit be low-key
I'm so fuckin' geeked, a nigga tryin' not to OD
I got racks, nigga, yeah, ain't even have no OG
I ran this shit up from the ground, you know that's all me
I ain't the old me
Hunnids comin' in, bitch, I ain't sell my soul
He fell out 'bout a bitch and then he say it ain't so
You niggas ain't on shit, no, you can't say I ain't told you
Hit the club with sixty Gs and some codeine in my soda
It get like that
I can't save no ho, I ain't got no lifejacket
I count these racks slow, yeah, your ho like that
Lean up in my soda, yeah it's a light rack, fuck it, a light stack
Niggas, they be hoes for sure, they stay in my mentions
Almost lost my soul, you know I'm way past my limit
Hopped up out the Ghost, codeine straight to my kidneys
I'm so fuckin' throwed, off this dope, feel like NiNi
Take care of my kids, take care of my son
Then count up all the mon', niggas been already won
Until I see the sun, new deposit early mornin'
AMGs, SRTs, bitch, that's how we bomin'
That's how we bomin', that's how we bomin'
For sure, that's how we bomin'
Gotta keep my head, I kick my feet, I feel like Mike Jack
I gotta go and get my bread up, bitch, I'll be right back
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm back on the road, yeah, Bentley truck, yeah, Bentayaga
I got money, nigga, take off on the copper
Too much money, they get no money, yeah, nada
Them boys gettin' no money, them boys, they is not us
Niggas not us
They broke as fuck, niggas not us
