Bitch I just bust a bitch down at the Marriott On the road, I had to stash the work, I seen the cherry top Hold on, let me call my nigga Wally, bring the cherry out Got a hundred on my PLR, bitch, I'll air it out E, man, these niggas lame as hell, they ain't get no pape' Unc' on the stove whippin' hard while I hit the drank Bro, hurry up and press record, I got some shit to stay The stock fold on the back end, this a different K Purple jeans, the pockets deep as hell, I can fit a dub Flint niggas be hatin', out of town show real love Dropped seven pints off to my bitch, they gettin' sealed up Seen my cousin Trael make thirty bands off a pill run Bitch, they was Roxis too He the real Perc' man, but we know Bobby too I made my own fuckin' wave, why would I copy you? Name already established in the game, you got a lot to prove Ayy, I got a lot to say He 'noid tryna shoot, his hands shakin', he gon' drop the K Poured an eight of red, took a sip and gave the pop to Tay They just let me off the box, somethin' gettin' shot today Me and Mike just made history, it ain't shit else to prove I still cut with doorman, it ain't shit else to use I was cookin' on a George Foreman grill, I used skillets too Eight hundred shots, it's just me, Mike, Kay, Trip, and Ju Hundred fifty blues, I walked out and left it with the jeweler He tried me and he ended up at Hurley in a basement cooler This two zips, but if you add the cut, it's like eighty-twoish When I'm fuckin' with the pup, call me Frankie Lucas 'Cause when I hit it with the cut, it turn baby blueish Before I learned how to cook, I let my auntie do it Niggas used to pay for hit dope, now they pay for music My city fucked up, you'll fuck around and see a baby shootin' The AR get hot after sixty, it's gon' need a coolant My nigga used to terrorize shit, rest in peace to Booter Got set up by a bitch, he got shot, but he went out shootin' Last time I seen a basketball, I wasn't shootin' Fiend ain't got no car, gon' give me extra if I take it to him They ain't have no money, talkin' 'bout they don't get paid 'til Tuesday Came back Wednesday, they ain't pay me, tried to play me stupid Took they flatscreen and computer, should've paid me sooner Unc' was a plug, was touchin' dope, he got made a user Young hoes can't show me nothin', so I found a cougar Teach you how to spice talk, me, Mike, and Ri the tutors Bro got a plug on everything, we gotta drive to— Got a pint and drunk it in a day, why did I abuse? Now I gotta use it I asked my nigga, "Should I pour it all?" He said I shouldn't do it Woke up the next day fiendin' like, "Why did I do it?" Friday night, I bought a whole bitch, how I'ma move it? Should I sell the whole thing at once or sell tiffs for twenty? Sold a zip of rocks in two days in a spot on Bundy Clocked in the trap Monday morning, ain't clock out 'til Sunday