(It's a Wayne beat) (His name's Pablo) I got a gun on me right now Twelve hundred dollars for a pipe, nigga, pipe down Gotta drink a four straight to get started, let's get high now Big Bird got the Glock off an E, finna bite down I'm on 7 Mile, Spudd showed me how to press This eleven thousand, finna buy a pint of Tech I own seven houses, nigga, fuck a rap check Plus my credit climbin', finna have an M quick I'm a second-timer, can't get caught with another stick But I'm never dyin', known for shootin' niggas in they shit Can't believe a hatin' broke-ass nigga said I snitched Remove the "S" and the "N" and the "T," bitch, I'm rich Eyeballin', I don't know what I just poured, I think a six Every time a nigga say somethin' about a bird, I'm thinkin' bricks But I ain't talkin' 'bout a white hood Don't let the liquor hype you up and get popped, I don't fight in clubs I just smoked so many Blacks, I need to buy a lung Mike my real brother, so I'm ridin' with him, right or wrong Catch me at the Boost store right on Welch tryna buy a phone Like, what you need a crew of niggas for? You gon' die alone Ah, yeah I'll still pour fours of— yeah I'll still— damn Alright I still pour fours of drank in the styrofoam (Drank) How you still tryna find a crib? You can't find a home (Ain't got no house?) Niggas signed a bullshit record deal, he can't drop a song (Aha) I'll firebomb a nigga crib, stop, drop, and roll This nigga can't afford steak and lobster, he eatin' sloppy joes (Ain't got no money?) Do you really know the Coochie Man? He got a lot of hoes (Coochie Man?) I don't sit in one spot too long, I just stop and go (I'm gone) I'm in and out, I found another way, I got a different route (Yeah) He jumped in the game missin' shots, I had to sit him out Don't mind me, sometimes I'm fightin' demons, get to trippin' out (Trippin') I don't never go to sleep with hoes, I put bitches out (Never) Performed at Rolling Loud, I seen bitches pullin' titties out (They did?) I'm a Backwood smoker, I hate Al Capones Bought a pint, drunk an eight, sold a four, but I stashed a four Would you believe me if I said I ain't tax no more? I had to sit down and think like it's rap or dope Should I rap or sell dope? I had to pick one Group full of hoes came in, ain't had to pick one I bought twenty-eight— alright I bought twenty-eight flavors from A1, I couldn't pick one They steady blowin' up my phone, I ain't pickin' up Drop a big-ass nigga with a punt, ambulance, come pick him up I just poured a muddy— alright I just poured a muddy-ass pop with a six in one That's a six in a one-liter I just hit the pint raw, got my tongue fiendin' We just got in an argument about our cups, they was uneven This a Jubilee, this ain't nothin' like a presi' This a Gucci tee, it was real close to seven Oh, you want smoke, you gon' get blew down if I inhale it Want beef, I'ma pop you, now you real close to heaven Plugged in, twenty-seven for a brick in Houston, Texas So many chains on, I might lose a necklace Bitch bad, but she can't suck dick, I'm losin' interest The Glock 9 mine, the Ruger a rental Hundred niggas in the crowd, I'ma shoot in the middle In the middle of the hood takin' a photoshoot in a Bentley It might not sound right, but I'm pourin' juice in a Simply At this point, I'd cut my stomach open, pourin' juice out my kidney Had good pussy, left your boo with a hickey Made a million by myself, I'ma poop on the industry You don't gotta rap for real, living proof, it's just chemistry My granny sold her son all the drank, she a new enemy They like, "Rio signed to Peezy and to Louie independently" Me, Mike, and Lou dropped a chain, it's new-pendant me Nodded off the drank cookin' dope, mama found me in the kitchen sleep Three thousand for an FN, I buy expensive heats Fuck the price, I'm tryna live life, I depend on these (Hold on, Ri, let me get it) I spent twenty thousand on guns, this expensive beef (Okay) This chair I'm sittin' on right now is an expensive seat Bitch went and got a BBL, she got expensive cheeks (Ooh) Bitch went and got her smile fixed, she got a— oh my (Damn) Bitch went and got her smile done, she got expensive teeth (Ayy, she did?) I'm ridin' in a Hellcat listenin' to Chicken P You wouldn't believe how much I spent on my kitchen sink (No cap) I pulled up in a Redeye, you'd think the whip can blink Ooh, I got a bitch shakin' ass, too Damn, she can shake that ass slow and do it fast too My new bitch got ass and she bad too (She pretty) These hoes can't fuck with my bitch, that's why they mad too (They mad) Grind hard, my whole family depend on me Taxin' for the pills, I ain't never been to Tennessee Twenty-five a gram, I remember it was ten a G Fifteen for the 7.50 five-hundreds, I want ten apiece Woke up with a thousand, end up— ah Woke up with a thousand, went to sleep with ten on me Times ten, that's a hundred thousand This shit gettin' out of hand, I need a money counter My white boy got some wax, but I wanted flower I tried to trade his ass some pills, but he wanted powder Told my next sale twenty minutes, but I took an hour He wanted uppers, but I sold him downers Pistol in the bed, AR on the counter Let a nigga touch one of mine, it's gon' be a problem Baow, hit him in the head, he gon' need some trauma Tryna buy a whole brick, must be an out-of-towner