Uh

Yeah

What up, Boogie?

Uh

Ups and downs in the dope game, we don't give a motherfuck

Yeah

That's how this shit go, ****

Pussy-ass

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Yeah

I can tell how it smell if they mixed this shit right

Ain't no court-appointed lawyers, plus I'm makin' bail tonight

I put that bag first, ****, I don't get caught up in no hype

Sometimes I gotta stay the week, I can't sell it overnight

A million dollars cash, fuck all the problems 'cause I'm ready for it

My last two hundred grams, I thank Skeddy for it

They say discovery package turn you from a man to boy

I should've been sellin'— I'm out here scammin' stores

And I don't believe these fuck ****, they out here tellin' stories (What?)

I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry (Yeah)

Yeah

I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry

Yeah

Yeah

Uh

I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry (Pussy-ass ****, ain't got no love for 'em)

Can't get excited for no pussy, I get a rush from that paper (I do)

Give a fuck if I get signed long as my **** feel me (Long as my **** feel me)

Watch how I turn an Apple Watch to a Richard Mille (To a Richard Mille)

I should've been rappin', was— dope in Traverse City (In Traverse City)

I thank God my **** ain't tell on me (Real talk)

Would've got a hundred years (Uh)

Be a pussy ****? (Uh-uh), I don't know how it feel

Yeah, yeah (Uh)

(I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry)

Dope sold, money gone, don't be player hatin'

Take a ho to Daisy Lane, this ain't no vacation

The slow roll get frustrating, but it's better than the nothin'

I drop one custo and the rest of 'em comin'