Nord and B Nord and B Strings work Ayy, mama told me, ayy, not to sell work Mama, 17, 5, same color T-shirt White, mama told me, ayy, not to sell work Mama, 17, 5, same color T-shirt Young n***a poppin' with a pocket full of cottage Whoa, Kimo sabe, choppa, aim it at your n***a Had to cart the addict, then the topper had to chop it N****s pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket Neck with a faucet, water muckin', birds muckin' Ant pipe stackin', necks keep thottin' Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocket Lotta n****s copy, huh, name someone can stop me N****s call me poppy, touchy, that's my hobby Scotty on the mallet, pocket rocket from O'Reilly One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it N****s get the droppin', when that Draco get the poppin' All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli No check, one off cash, n***a, I don't do deposits N****s cross the border, n***a, b****s from the tropics I'ma get that bag, n***a, ain't no doubt about it Yeah, I'ma feed my family, n***a, ain't no way around it Family angle, never let a n***a gossip, show my talent Show young n***a with the animal, workin' with the hammer Talkin' country grammar, n***a, straight out North Carolina Northside, young n***a poppin' with a pocket full of cottage Whoa, chemo, stop it, choppa, aimin' at your n***a Had to call the ID, then the top, I had to chop it N****s pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen-five, same color T-shirt Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen-five, same color T-shirt Mama told you Mama told me not to sell work Mama told you Seventeen-five, same color T-shirt Nineteen-ninety-five, two-thousand-five Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive Real mob ties, real frog eyes Real hoe pies, all-time high Do it for the culture, they gon' fight like vultures Way back when, I was trappin' on Toyotas I'ma hit the gas, 12 can't pull me over Space coupe, Quavo, Yoda, Pond, drinkin' sodas I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone, sir Stop all that flexin', young nigga don't wanna go there Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit Yeah, I shout it bad, but she broke and she don't own shit Mama asked me, son, when the trappin' gon' quit? I been ridin' round, told the city and my new bitch Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage Whoa, Kimo, Sabat, choppa, aimin' at your noggin' Had to call the artist, then the topper had to chop it Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket Mama told me not to sell work 17, 5, same color T-shirt Mama told me not to sell work 17, 5, same color T-shirt T-shirt, I told you Mama told you