I ain't gon' lie, you niggas in trouble Can't sign that shit till it's double Rich young nigga, can't get no scope I don't quit with the blick, that's on my brother Take a risk every day with my life I'ma roll that dice like a tenner Four, go to the bank Deposit money every week in that bitch Till I break that ho Niggas say that I got enough money in my pocket Pussy-ass nigga need some more I ain't been to sleep in a good damn week I'm this and that, but you can't say I'm broke Me and my brother had bunk beds I was on the bottom of it, daring to the floor Now when you step in my crib You can lay on my bed with twenty-some hoes Clips so long, look like turkey legs Thank God every day that I ain't dead Dirty-ass guy ain't gotta know how to play Gotta keep my head with one in the head Rowing them feds, he like the state Cheat sheets and the spread on his plate Money on his book, so you know he's straight Chain so big, look like he Jamaican See them coming, saying I'm faking I make niggas fake, that bitch stop playing First little deal, I took a little bit Out of that, then 20K on a nigga neck Over a couple meals, still winning on the drill I'm CEO, but I'm in the field with the Feds Throw my dog a bone, and he ready to go fetch When he brought that bitch back, had the whole damn set Bleed purple, see purple, we purple Niggas know this shit be crippled Small circle, start to irk her, bitch is fertile Still left it on her lip Mind lurking, brain hurting, chains hurting Same person think about murder Paying perky drugs, walking lanes Swerving in the vert with someone working Roll, roll up one Trap doing numbers, it jump, jump, jump No, don't throw my gun Get out the car, run for a run, run Oh, these niggas my sons Deadbeat, two of them, ain't got no form Bad bitch, look like Ice Spice She eating dick, she the real munch Roll, roll up one Trap doing numbers, it jump, jump, jump No, don't throw my gun Get out the car, run for a run, run Oh, these niggas my sons Deadbeat, two of them, ain't got no form Bad bitch, look like Ice Spice She eating dick, she the real munch Badass bitch with a whole lotta ass Whole lotta cash, that's my type All eyes on me, can't talk to the ho See Greg go get her, he know what I like I don't do tricks, I might pay for the pussy Don't let me know the price, it might be right See her print all through her tights Her camel toe, it be toeing right Case so free, toe late We count chips, we be straight My bitch, she too gay We fuck hoes all damn day Shoebox turned to a safe Trap house turned to a state White bricks over new J's Trap bad shit in one way One up on me, you won't get that Couple niggas, won't they lick back Shit on niggas like a shit bag Popping it, that's with my rich ass Run laps on them like a zigzag Know that bitch mad, cause when I'm mad I can't backtrack, made a comeback I can't front that, I been on that She say something, I say nothing Keep on fussing, I ain't budging I'm barter, cause money I'm touching And plenty bitches I'm fucking Switch a rule a hoe real quick On some real shit, I'm P She say I'm ducking No loving, no trusting, bitch, I'm me Woah, roll up one Trap doing those, it jump, jump, jump No, don't throw my gun Get out the cop room for a drunk run Oh, these niggas my sons Dead bitch to them, I ain't got nothing for them Bad bitch look like Ice Spice She eating dick, she the real munch Woah, roll up one Trap doing those, it jump, jump, jump No, don't throw my gun Get out the cop room for a drunk run Oh, these niggas my sons Dead bitch to them, I ain't got nothing for them Bad bitch look like Ice Spice She eating dick, she the real munch Pay me in respect, not money, bitch