(Blame it on Monstah)
(Mm, my jewelry on)
I can tell when they be hoes 'cause, man (I can tell)
I can tell when they be hoes 'cause niggas act dangerous (Dangerous)
All my bitches look like bitches off of Backpages (Backpages)
My niggas everywhere, this shit is invasive (In)
I'm out the way, ain't tryna be mentioned in no cases (No cases)
I got Balenciaga on, nigga, no Asics (Uh-uh)
I'm out of town in all the spots, in well-known places (Bitch)
I connect the dots, turn the streets to well-known faces
Car cost so fuckin' much the way, but 12 done chase it (Uh-huh, look)
Hammer in a tucked spot, I ain't gotta high-speed
Insurance registration, this bitch belong to me
Stop six with CJ, I'm in Flint with Louie Ray
Bitch tryna choose a P, sold the ho a hundred-K
How is you a broke bitch? You can get money a hundred ways
In the trap on Seminary, hundred niggas with a hundred K's
Thirty-six zips in this brick, I'ma bust it down
Yeah, the Rollie plain right now, but I'ma bust it down
Thirty thousand in my backpack (Beep, beep)
Every time it beep, bitch, we jump in the streets and splat that (Splat that)
Came from nothin', now that nigga poppin' like a black cat (Pop)
I don't trust no bitch, these hoes be out here fastin', Jack Jack
Brand new coupe, it's matte black (Coupe)
Treat this beat like Rap Snack (Ha)
Hit the trap and wrap packs (Trap)
I can get it to your door (I can)
Drop the ticket, you buy more
In the field just like a crow (Spin)
Ain't no deal, this shit off dope (Bleek)
Let 'em pay me what you owe 'fore we start hittin' at your 'fro (Bah, bah, bah)
I'ma drink a pint and then an eight when I be gone (Yeah)
These niggas break in spots, I'm scared to leave my stash alone (Fuck that)
Just give me real strong weed, I'm tryna leave that wax alone (Ooh)
He's so fucked up off them pills that he don't even know what's right from wrong
He don't know what's right from wrong, he don't know what's wrong from right
I can't call off with the opps, know it's Funk on sight
Bitch, I'm rich in real life, I don't argue in social sites
The feds probably watchin', death or jail the only options
That's why I just dropped a band off in this soda (Mud, mud)
Me, Philthy and Louie Ray fucked around, ran off on the grub
Keep smokin' opps to the face 'cause, nigga, I hate bein' sober (Haha)
I ain't fold on nan' case, nigga, my gang know I'm a soldier (On Bleek)
Soon they jump out to my way, know I'm runnin' these niggas over (Skrrt)
Been done broke my damn beaker tryna scrape the damn O
Lil' bro caught him in the cut, he got hit with a fast motor (Fuck)
Every nigga that's with me stackin' chips like we playin' poker
