(Nick Papz, this how you thuggin'? Cool, I'm thuggin' too)

Gang

Broke boys cannot beef with us, they know they won't win

Young **** was killin', so we treated 'em like they grown men

She got off that pill, she started tweakin' and fucked her own friend

She get around Meek Mill, she turn to freak, this bitch be on ten

She wanna cut off her girls and go with me, count a whole M

If we bein' for real, these **** know me and I don't know them

Big chopper, ARPs, yeah, I'm tryna show them

Playin' greazy new Glock four-feezy, me and bro 'nem

I be in the trench, ain't call nobody, I'm just poppin' up

**** know I get paranoid with them choppers, only God we trust

Pay who to do what? You **** trippin', I almost shot it up

I'm sippin', got me shotted up, you **** ain't never slide for us

You **** ain't never ride for me

I'm in a brand-new Maybach with a Glock 45 with me

You gettin' dropped from the label, you pussy, you can't even sign to me

I turn my wolf up on them sheeps, it ain't no slimin' me

Swing them switches, fuck it

Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies

I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)

She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it

I ain't gotta cock it, all I do is reach, that's the end of it

Ooh, couple grand

Yeah, price tag on your head leave you layin' where you stand

Price tag on this bitch, she on her head, doin' a stand

Nice tab on her wrist, get the AP with the orange band, aw man

Couple grand

That there'll get you a starter pack of 'za, but lil' one'd rather slide

He still wanna rob them **** ain't put him on, I see it in his eyes

I told that **** don't stress it, get your check, they gon' see you on the other side

I know how it feel, these **** ain't real, that's why they don't last too long

I know **** kill, that's why we kill too, ****, problem solved

He done popped a seal, he tryna taste it, you gon' have to buy it

She like how it feel, but don't suck dick, you gon' have to try it

Then she faced it, I leaned back, embraced it

This her lucky day like the bracelet

Couple grand for this lil' lady

Got the script, changed up a couple pages (Pages)

Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies

I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)

She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it (Hahaha, so what she do?)

She brung her friend for me

Ooh, couple grand

Yeah, price tag on your head leave you layin' where you stand

Price tag on this bitch, she on her head, doin' a stand

Nice tab on her wrist, get the AP with the orange band, aw man

I done took this shit up to another level

I done put the Bentley boys with the trap, now it come together

I done put celebrity on celebrity and made 'em fuck together

Had them doin' a Verzuz on my dick, they ate my nut together

It's up forever

Heard you goin' broke too, you got debt forever

We tryna catch lil' whoadie at that light and leave him stuck forever

I just know y'all **** better pick y'all side or y'all get flushed together

I had gave lil' ma like thirteen thou', that shit was stuck together

This new money

None of this shit ain't new to me

I gotta tuck my blick when I be out, they tryna YouTube me

OG tryna tell me, "Spin on who?" Shit, I'm like, "You do it"

Told him somebody gotta make it out this bitch no matter who do it (Yeah, yeah)

Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies

I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)

She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it

I ain't gotta cock it, all I do is reach, that's the end of it