I won't fuck with the box, I'm just fine with top

He keep making it hot, we gon find his block

Keep posting drip lil **** and we gon find the drop

Don't stress hoes, these hoes go round like time clocks

Yeah, fuck you mean, fuck you uh

****, I'm real, cause I come from the finest of up top

One thing I'm never gon do is let this cup drop

Bro got a temper, he ready to let his gun

Yeah, send you high

I be high, out my mind, when I'm fried

Bout my chicken, cross that line, you getting fried

My money growin' like spring

Fye go boom to the bang

I wanna fuck new ring

I beat it up, no ring

Heard **** talkin' bout money

Now you speakin my lang

I need my money tall, somethin' like Yao Ming

Bad bitch calling I still let it, what

We not locked in baby you don't got a bluff

They said skinny, why you keep flexing

Don't you think that the Balenci enough

They been tuned in since my tape

And now they tellin' me to drop the deluxe

Drop the deluxe

Drop the deluxe

Drop the deluxe

Drop the de

I don't do no social talks, you get exposed for playing tough

Bro would do it out of love, what you think he gon do for some bucks

I hear all them **** hating and I don't get not zero fucks

(I don't get no fucks)

I'm tweakin, I'm tweakin, I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin

Why these **** talking like, what's all the ruckus

Bitch **** finna crash out talkin' bout a bucket

Why they **** lyin' like, what's with the bluffing

We'll hit a **** in his head like concussion

Concussion

Concussion

Concussion

Concussion

Concussion

Concussion

How do **** Sneak diss and don't want repercussions

I cannot hang with a broke

You ****, you ****, you **** disgusting

H-how you want beef with US? you must be Russian

You **** ain't fuckin' with this

She looking my way so I'm fucking the bitch

This shit like command how I'm stuck to the strips

Can't picture myself with enough of this shit

I'm tryna make me a bag, And act like Russ and triple and double this shit

I don't wanna hit on nobody bag but man that shit ain't even my fit

Ain't even my shirt

Gettin' guap is my curse

My neck, my wrist What's gon' catch your eye first

This shit make your eyes hurt

Brody stay on high alert

He can make that fye work

I feel like when I'm high, that's when I'm down to earth

I get green like ground turf These **** be trippin' around Percs

I was rockin' a Towne shirt If I don't get pape, then I'm irked

****, I'ma up you down worse

These bitches be bops, you sound burnt

****, I got what I earned

I needed a spark, so I worked

Roll it and blaze it **** ain't street, they goin' through phases

Always been a **** for paper, it's crazy how I came from the minimum wages

I know when a bitch is dangerous Especially lookin' like she having trouble behaving

Life been sweet like cravings really in the field like the B more Ravens

I be feelin' bad for the bitches that these Lame **** fucking on

Free my ****, man, he ain't did shit wrong

Iphone tapped, I'm thinkin' bout buyin' a flip phone

Hit it in dip, I don't even wanna stay in the crib long