(Euphoric)

(Ziad)

They can tear the hood down, that shit won't make me leave

How I ran it up, this shit off dope and I ain't touch a ki'

I got under armor, shit be strong I and ain't get no degree

**** goin' broke tryna keep up 'cause they can't fuck with me

We got fiends lined outside the trap, this shit like roll call

Asian plug be showin' love, he know I get them 'bows off

Too high off the drank, I poured a four, I damn near dozed off

He had 'posed to die, we seen the opp, that pussy drove off

Bro ran up two hundred fifty thousand, did it off the raw

I had put some diamonds in my teeth, you see it when I talk

I don't work no job, the Drac' be hittin', this bitch be gettin' off

Really could've signed myself, lil' ****, I'm my own boss

We don't let no hoes inside this spot 'cause this the 'bow house

Before it was a trend, was doin' shit that they ain't know 'bout

I can coach the game, I really did this shit they talkin' 'bout

My plug show me love, I spent so much that I can't run out

They can tear the hood down, that shit won't make me leave

How I ran it up, this shit off dope and I ain't touch a ki'

I got under armor, shit be strong I and ain't get no degree

**** goin' broke tryna keep up 'cause they can't fuck with me

We got fiends lined outside the trap, this shit like roll call

Asian plug be showin' love (Yeah), he know I get them 'bows off (Yeah)

Boxes came in, get off by myself, I don't need no help (Nothing)

Run a hundred up in thirty days, I make this shit look easy (Yeah)

Yeah, juggin', I got stupid plays, my line stay blowin' up

Fucked around and I got rich, now bitches tryna eat my nuts (Oh)

Trapped so hard, I broke the hinges off the door, all my shits swinging (Swinging)

Bag smell like onion, under armor, lil' ****, this shit's stinking (It's reeking)

I got rich off turkey bags, I ain't never do no scam

I got more plays than a gas station, all this clientele (Yeah)

Sellin' 93 supreme, whole things, I ain't break it down

I'm a hustler, ****, I can shake back off a quarter ounce (Yeah)

Real dope boy, I'ma hit the trap, beat the crack out (Yeah)

I've been gettin' money, couple hundred, ****, that ain't nothing (Yeah)