Real talk, true story, let me tell you a lil' something let me tell you a lil' something bout me

I ain't never had shit 'til a **** start touching them, playing them, playing with keys

Made so much money, so much money can't believe that money on me

My choppers allergic to hate, fuck around that bitch 'gon spray

Chopper gon' put them in deep, I to the R to the T

My heart is so cold, it's below the zero and I keep it on freeze

Bitch **** please I keep it real never fake, bands are getting made out of state

Behead 'em behead 'em, I got 'em I got 'em

Flow to the top from the bottom

I know why these **** are hating, shoes are made of a gator

Designer all over my body, withdraw all of the pay

Boss 'til I'm dead and I'm gone, king with the crown on the throne

It's 36 zips in a brick and I'm trapping this shit I can't leave it alone

36, 36, 36

36 zips in a brick and I’m trapping this shit I can’t leave it alone

36, 36, 36

36 zips in a brick, and I’m trapping this shit I can’t leave it alone

Knock, knock, at the backdoor, go on check why a **** in the kitch

I’m surrounded by so many things I should not even miss

You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss

You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss

Andale, Andale, Andale

Young Bone n Thug, no harmony

And I'm not a real falcon fan, but I see birds every sunday

Hey, Magic City Monday, no sofa my voice persuade

These bitches they bring me they digits, I fuck them and leave them in holes, no ditches

Sorry for the sin no city, I'm living like Dennis the Menace

She told me I treat her like she was locked up, I only give a couple visits

Ooh I'm bleeding, need a bandana I'm too bool

Listen, In the kitchen with a hundred baddest bitches revving revving revving revving revving revving revving like cyborg ****

Like a black diamond lil **** running 'round looking like the fucking knight

Got a bitch with me, she not American but she my Idol

And I'ma beat that pussy, I'ma eat that pussy, I'ma cook that cinnamon white

36, 36, 36

36 zips in a brick and I’m trapping this shit I can’t leave it alone

36, 36, 36

36 zips in a brick, and I’m trapping this shit I can’t leave it alone

Knock, knock, at the backdoor, go on check why a **** in the kitch'

I’m surrounded by so many things I should not even miss

You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss

You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss

Thirty six up in the chicken, I make that bitch and I still flip up in the kitchen

Breaking my wrist when I whip it, I'm too legit for me to quit it

They labeled by types, it's stacked up in my fridge, I serve it to you water whipped

Open like shit is wrapped up with no signature

MPA have back half, the chief for the Seminoles

Too many 100's strapped in my denim, 80 crack 100, say I got venom

I just might just pull up in a hummer truck with 'em

Finessing and flexing, top shottas gon' get 'em

36 O's in the bando, my agenda look lil bitty bitch I'ma kill 'em

Trapping with young **** like Rambo killas, all of us rocking Givenchy chinchillas

Longway

36, 36, 36

36 zips in a brick and I’m trapping this shit I can’t leave it alone

36, 36, 36

36 zips in a brick, and I’m trapping this shit I can’t leave it alone

Knock, knock, at the backdoor, go on check why a **** in the kitch

I’m surrounded by so many things I should not even miss

You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss

You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss