Yeah, walk in asylum I'm wilding I'm already drunk

Yeah, if he not talkin bout money, I don't give a fuck

Yeah, he tried to play with my money, we sendin' it up

Yeah, if I'm ever runnin' out of money, then somebody just gettin set up

Yeah, if I'm ever runnin' out of money, then I'm robbin' the bank for the loot

Yeah, I got three bands on my shoes

I got your bitch on my body, that's why I keep callin', her fruit of the loom

I gave some bands to my shooter, he wiping your city, I told that boy nuke

I put some bands in my wallet and tucked in my shirt and I made it look cool

Yeah, ridin', I'm ridin' the coupe

Yeah, tearing off the motherfuckin' roof

Yeah, tearing off the motherfuckin' ceiling

I'm double, homicide scheming

Or whatever it take just to get to your boy,

I'm goin' away for a reason

I just gotta suppress it, I don't make no noise

All I do is leave you bleedin', yeah

Why would you give me a motherfuckin' reason

Why would you give me a reason to run in your crib and take every single thing that you have

Why would you give me a reason to go take your bitch

And she in this bitch callin' me dad

She said she like my songs, she said she liking my raps

We can't even get along, everything you do is wack

Yeah, I got three bands on my shoes

I got your bitch on my body, that's why I keep callin' her fruit of the loom

I gave some bands to my shooter, he wiping your city I told that boy nuke

I put some bands in my wallet and tucked in my shirt and I made it look cool