Bitch, pull up the spot, bitch, pull up to the spot

We in the cut, so don't make it hot, we in the cut, so don't make it hot, bitch

Whip the pot, you would think my name is Pablo

Driving fast, then we hit a fucking pothole

And I been, and I been jugging on the block, ho'

Matter of fact, yeah, I got–, yeah, I got it out the mud like I'm Kane

And I'm pushing dope in the Range, yeah, my bro did some blow at the rave

And you know we going off on stage, I be cooking, I be jugging all day

I been trying to keep my demons out my brain

I'ma find, I'ma create my own lane

'Cause I'm sick of these ****, yeah, they lame

Bitch, I don't do this for the money or the fame, that's a fact

If I did, y'all would not be in my way and I'm sticking to shit like it's tape

I done came a long way, I done came a long way

You thought shit was sweet, but it was beef

We gon' take your property and where you stay

My **** demons, they gon' run you out the state

We gon' throw a show at the BnB, bitch, pull up to the spot

Bitch, pull up the spot, we in the cut, so don't make it hot

We in the cut, so don't make it hot, bitch

Whip the pot, you would think my name is Pablo

Driving fast, then we hit a fucking pothole

And I been, and I been jugging on the block, ho'

Matter of fact, pull up the block, bro

Did I not tell you pull up to the block, bro?

Did I not tell you pull up to the block, bro?

If the opps pulled up, it's getting hot, bro

(Oh yeah, oh yeah, come here, come here) Pulled up, we sending shots, bro

Did I not tell you pull up to the block, bro?

Did I not tell you pull up to the block, bro?

If the opps pulled up, it's getting hot, bro

(Oh yeah, oh yeah, come here, come here) Pulled up, we sending shots, bro