I'm on some shit right now Cash out on a wip Yeah I might fuck a nigga bitch right now Counting grams and stacking Franklin's I'm tryna get rich right now Hey I'm on some shit right now Pull up on that bih like skrt skrt skrt Bitch get in right now Feel

Aye, you ain't never sell no work How I skrt skrt when I pull up in that vert, aye How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh Uh, you ain't never snatched no car I ain't living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh Uh, you ain't never pull no

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky

You're breaking your mind By killing the time that kills you But you can't blame the time 'Cause it's only in your mind Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass

Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

I ain't got no business catchin' feelings I don't wanna wake up Who you pullin' up on? 'Cause I ain't got no business catchin' feelings anyway Catchin' feelings Catchin' fee-fee-fee-fee Wasted times I spent with someone else She wasn't even half of you

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep (yeah) Like a locksmith, I got the keys (yeah) Pull up make opp niggas bleed (aye) I got water like overseas, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like NBA, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like MVP, yeah (aye) I

Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I

And when she call me I might pick up I pull up on her, paint a picture I know you want me to be witcha But, baby I can't take no pictures She want Balmain, baby them is small things I'm balling, I might pull up when she calling No small change, walking