(It's a Wayne beat) What up, Wayne? You know, you know, you know (Is this K. Dinero?) That's degrees, nigga, yeah Where my cup at? Where my Black at? I heard the opps finna slide, where my strap at? Who got some real drank? Where the Act' at? You want- what? You want eight thousand for a pint? I'm finna grab that Don't pull up with no thirty-six on and get laughed at The rap game was payin' me good, I'm bringin' crack back Matter fact, you niggas ass, I'm bringin' rap back Yeah, I'm in my black bag, I mean my trash bag You know I gotta put Boyz in every hashtag Good dope, my fiend hit it, did the cabbage patch I be stretchin' work out like a Laffy Taffy My mama did everything, I ain't have a daddy I start yellin' in the booth to wake Water up, he ain't have an Addy You be hittin' hoes on they period, you nasty nasty I just poured a three of Wock', man, this shit delicious I know I keep talkin' 'bout the drank, but you don't get it I'm a fuckin' dopehead, bro, I'm so addicted And I never put it down, I'm so committed Yes, I fucked her if you asked, I'm open with it Fast talkin', I don't think lotion slicker I got a huge heart, I don't think the ocean bigger Too many people in the club, I know COVID in it Take a nigga gun off his hip, then smoke him with it So many blues on me, I'm a Rollin' 60 My lil' brother in a wheelchair, but still rollin' with me Told my son he can't hit this juice, I put my potion in it Hittin' your bitch with a lot of motion, I be strokin' different Spreadin' hoes' legs wide open, I be pokin' kidneys If the opp drop a hundred shots, I hope he hit me I ain't let the police search my car, dope was in it Seventy-thousand-dollar kit, last year, was broke This year, I made 200K legit, last year, was dope I ain't have shit, nigga, we was even lackin' hope Put a hundred K on the table, I'll whack the Pope Tryna sign a deal with QC, let me ask Lil Boat Just gave my lil' bitch 10K, she ain't have to want it Weighed up a quarter on the scale and crack been on it I ain't get my gun in here tonight, I'ma have to poke you If you ain't never taste the Act', you don't need to drink Just cut the beat on and let me rap, I don't need to think Just hit another project bitch raw, now my weewee stink I just drunk a lot of Act', I think my pee-pee pink My PO called me the other day like, "What do keke mean?" I served my auntie two T's, that what TT mean Hit him up top real close, I didn't need a beam DistroKid pay me every month, I don't need a fiend Bitch, I got a pint of Wock', you can keep your green When I ain't got no codeine in me, I'm Deebo mean When I ate, I made sure my niggas ate, you ain't feed your team Them eighteens, not twenty-twos, but I keep 'em clean, nigga Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga