| Stand up guy, pick the marro from the ground
|
| I’m a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
|
| Jumping bitches off the vert
|
| Throw these dollars make them work
|
| Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won’t
|
| Easily broke you don’t keep hope
|
| Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote
|
| World full of bread, who wanna be broke
|
| Daddy done dead, ma gotta be both
|
| Life’s too short, gotta be close
|
| Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
|
| Give me two years, it’ll probably be three
|
| 4 door benz make my flee
|
| On the regular tip, I’m hit
|
| Your lit, I’m super
|
| Dude don’t like when they set that trap
|
| Just like that like I ain’t never knew ya
|
| Treat them hoes just like manure
|
| I maneuver like booyah
|
| I’m too ill to slip, new wheel to whip
|
| Necklace out the cooler
|
| I’ve been drunk and high all day y’all
|
| My weed loud as a AR
|
| I heard money the only thing that holds weigh
|
| A hundred and fifty pounds on the radar
|
| Nine out of ten, there’s a friend there’s a snake
|
| We all walk around with the same scar
|
| Seems like it’s real but it ain’t
|
| Bet these trips to the bank won’t change naw
|
| A pound of loud, smoke up
|
| Everyday I’m getting stuck
|
| In my city they get down
|
| Watch the way I hold it up
|
| Won’t give in, won’t give up
|
| I gotta be rich as fuck
|
| Racks tuck, nigga what
|
| Baddest bitches getting touched
|
| I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by
|
| Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar
|
| My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off
|
| Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you
|
| She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q
|
| Number 1 gangster can’t be two
|
| Gotta get dough I ain’t tryin' to be poor
|
| Nigga go broke cuz his rap many slow
|
| Lie to my daughter like I’m chopping up soap
|
| Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope
|
| Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
|
| Still ain’t met another nigga like me
|
| Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat
|
| Hollow tip shots motherfucker I’m a G
|
| Let’s get slow, slur relax
|
| And have no worries 'cause I’m blessed
|
| Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
|
| And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next
|
| So this your town, fuck your respect
|
| I’m the headline you don’t get my check
|
| Back wood toke, let a real nigga smoke
|
| Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs
|
| Tryin' to get a house up out these folks
|
| Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes
|
| Spark a blunt, pass it around
|
| Prowl the bitch and dick her down
|
| Me &Banks was smoking loud
|
| Bet your ho will leave you now
|
| A pound of loud, smoke up
|
| Everyday I’m getting stuck
|
| In my city they get down
|
| Watch the way I hold it up
|
| Won’t give in, won’t give up
|
| I gotta be rich as fuck
|
| Racks tuck, nigga what
|
| Baddest bitches getting touched
|
| I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by |