My first name Paris so if I talk shit just excuse my French

Them tips ain't white but this the hittin' **** and give him a kiss

Lately I've been feelin' this music shit too caught up in the mix

Instead of drowning in my thoughts I should've been recordin' it

Got money been on my mind so much had a ticket put on top my biscuit

I've been sittin' outside dolo just me and this stick like who gon' come and get it

My Nana pray for me come in the streets I know what's comin' with it

I heard he lookin' for me he thinks your sweet weeb meat is gon' get weak

**** that lay on your grass like a bed just to make sure you under that sheet

Drivin' behind a money truck, god is real a he'll flip this shit for me

Sometimes I don't eat, some nights I don't sleep

Sittin' to myself gettin' high cause a **** like me tweakin

Feds in the chains they occupation don't know if they need a cuff or broom

They be tryna sweep some shit stay quiet in interrogation room

Still be up in traffic with my dawg even though **** want him gone

When I'm with him got 60 on my lap incase a fuck **** playin' around

Head up we play man to man **** I ain't droppin' in no zone

I be lyin' if I say I don't miss tauntin' you know that my backbone

Talkin' bout our problems ain't gon' fix shit so I guess I leave it alone

Talkin' to the doctors, talkin' my sickle cel attached to my bones

Walkin' on that ice my heart done turn into a popsicle

Think my **** racist hide away they ready to pop ****

That lil' **** from out that country to rob ****

He done shot pistol dust up in that fire with real guerrillas

Every situation still tallin' if I was Chris Rock will

Woulda slapped me to left his ass lookin' like Hitch

Or some way slump up in a ditch

You clout chasin' we gon' fire that bitch

Two things I can say that don't mix is me bein' in the mix

Only thing I mix is my juice inside that purple Trish

Just cause a **** quiet on me I can't get live like a Y

Gotta watch for them police **** who be tellin' when and why

Where I'm from we glorify murderers and real trap stars

Drive fast cars and fuck bad bros flex racks and show they ass off

On the road I'm keepin' that 60 with me, two curves ridin' with me

Goin' out with a bang I need more ammo to the highest capacity

Wrapped up in some shit like a gift but I cannot get it

Put your hands all on this shit I bet they still won't feel it