(Brutal Money)

Them ****, on the, hey

**** trollin' on the 'net, ****, you ain't did that

Them **** grievin' over— **** still ain't get back

Where the fuck **** hidin'? I'm tryna shoot his bitch ass

Let off fire on that side, we the BTA gang

You ain't tryna nail somethin', ****, then you can't hang

I grew up without my father, all I know is gangbang

****, free my brother Mitchell, we be on the same thing

He was thinkin' with his dick, so I put the bitch on him

**** still shootin' semis? ****, put a switch on it

They ain't pat me in that club, what, you don't see the stick pokin'?

I ain't puttin' up my hands, dumb bitch, the wrist frozen

I heard **** white-flaggin', ****, let me find out

When they get me in that room, ****, what you talkin' 'bout?

Ruth Chris, tip the waiter, bring the steak and prawns out

Oh, and the crib so big, **** think it's Bron house

Every day, I'm sauced up, mix the 'Preme with the Amiris

I'm sick in the head, can't nobody come and cure me

Yeah, they label me a rapper, in the streets, **** fear me

I ain't goin' out like them, on the gang, do you hear me?

It's a war outside, better keep your head on

I'm forever reppin' 2s 'til I'm with my dead folks

Upped a hundred last week, ****, where your bread go?

RIP the thugs, free the thugs, write it on my headstone

On the gang, ****, yeah

**** trollin' on the 'net, ****, you ain't did that

Them **** grievin' over— **** still ain't get back

Where the fuck **** hidin'? I'm tryna shoot his bitch ass

Let off fire on that side, we the BTA gang

You ain't tryna nail somethin', ****, then you can't hang

I grew up without my father, all I know is gangbang

****, free my brother Mitchell, we be on the same thing

Look, we be puttin' belt to ass, **** tryna spank somethin'

I'm a 33 baby 'til my fuckin' day come

Daytona cost forty, brother got the Datejust

If you broke, that's your problem, you gon' have to hate us

In Kentucky with them P's, **** still gettin' spanked

Brother said he can't function without pills and some drank

Heard his lil' cousin died, he gettin' killed if you can't

Fuck security, we gettin' in this bitch with the AR

Hundred thousand all blues and like thirty in some dubs

Throw some F's on my whip, I don't really give a fuck

I don't need nobody with me 'cause the Glock come in clutch

Made her turn my song off, now your bitch gettin' fucked

Got the hoes off the Don, now they turnt to the max

If it's nine **** with me, then it's ten **** strapped

You can't push up on this whip, I'm tryna leave a **** flat

Young **** gettin' money and they tryna catch a hat

**** trollin' on the 'net and you ain't even did that

**** trollin' on the 'net, ****, you ain't did that

Them **** grievin' over— **** still ain't get back

Where the fuck **** hidin'? I'm tryna shoot his bitch ass

Let off fire on that side, we the BTA gang

You ain't tryna nail somethin', ****, then you can't hang

I grew up without my father, all I know is gangbang

****, free my brother Mitchell, we be on the same thing

On the gang, ****

**** trollin' on the 'net, ****, you ain't did that

Them **** grievin' over— **** still ain't get back

Where the fuck **** hidin'? I'm tryna shoot his bitch ass

Where the fuck **** hidin'? I'm tryna shoot his bitch ass

Where the fuck **** hidin'? I'm tryna shoot his bitch ass