Let me talk my shit Look at my neck, then look at my wrist Just another nigga from the hood that got rich With the shit, baby keep Chanel bag with the stick Racks, fuck I can't even count it I made it, got em thinking why the fuck they even doubted I was brought up by my granny, knew I always had a talent Used to ride for them hundreds, now we count by the thousand Ooh, look at it, this money piling I'm piling money, now I gotta wear it, ain't no more counting Case over, I still ain't paid the rest of my bounty Ugh, instead of moving up, they wanna down me Whoever, fuck it, we sliding. You ready or not? I'm finna light that ass up then head to the spot Better hope a angel guard your head, cause that lead finna pop Send some hot shit through your head, watch it spread down the block Ready or not, if you sliding, we airing em out If my closest brother told, no sparing him out I remember I was down, I ain't have a lot Feds tryna build a case, so it's fuck the cops Copping any foreign off the lot now I remember I was down bad, but I'm hot now All these bitches they just want me for my guap now A lot of opps now, so I gotta keep a chop now My head heavy, just sipped four ounces of purple Might fuck your daughter, I'm deep in that water like I'm a surfer I ain't have a quarter, now I gotta charge her just for my service Can I take your order? My love customers know what I'm serving I'm not a barber, but I'll line you up for a little paper Got a youngin in The Bay who'll bust your brain for a scraper Just got a banger and that little hoe come equipped with a laser Think you, getting away, I'm still on your trail like the Blazers B.I.P. my brother, bitch it's 2-2 gang forever Show up and that's my opp, we sliding on niggas together They be talking all that hot shit on them socials 'til we catch em Glock 17, I was checking niggas pressure It's whatever, we ain't tripping, yeah we ready for it I can't smoke that kush, it be having a nigga paranoid [?] some shit you might get married for Try to touch the chain on my neck, some shit you'll get buried for How your dawg do some fuck shit and you ain't let him know it? My little nigga itching for a kill and I'ma let him blow it [?] do a lot for my dawg and she let us record If I ain't in the 'yo, I'm at you fuck niggas neck when I'm bored I might just run up a check when I'm bored Girl I might just want the neck when I'm bored Might slide through your hood with this Tec when I'm bored Me and Peezy switching states, performing on tour Me and T.O. in New York when you can't leave the state You already told on yourself, too late to beat the case Watch your food, cause when you look away they take your plate Bitch you know I'm worth the wait, don't mind be being late Me and Peezy from the mud but it's two different states Turning down deals from labels if they ain't tryna pay Where we from they never gave, so we had to take I remember having no food, now we eating steak Ooh, let me talk my shit Stop looking at my neck and bitch get off my dick Just another nigga from the mud who got rich Gotta always keep a new Chanel bag with the stick, Peezy