Yeah she asked how I'm doing, I told her I'm great

Hold on, Yeah

Look

Aye, She asked how I'm doing, I told her I'm great 'cause lately I done ran up a bag in this bitch

She asked how I'm doing, I told her I'm great, I just went to the store, popped a tag in this bitch

I feel like I'm CJ Kasino, 'cause me or none of the homeboys ever, ever gonna switch

I don't even fuck with that boy 'cause he act like he bold, but I know for a fact he a bitch

This shit was different, but I'm staying on ten toes up

First to win it, be the last one that folds up

Had it tough, but all these bands on me rose up

I'm riding with the K , I feel like a soldier

I got my brother with me, right on my shoulder

I'm sedated bitch I'm off of the doja

You saying I ain't gon' run it up like I told you

I'm saying "Bitch I'm running up like I told you"

Look, I only kept couple homies in the bubble

I never bragged on it, bitch I stayed humble

I get the bag little bitch and I don't fumble

I gotta get it, no way I can fold up

Mom even said, I ain't the type to fold up

Shit can get tough, 'cause everybody hoed up

Bitch, like a plumber, yeah, I'm staying poled up

yeah I'm staying poled up

Aye, did they fuck with me back then? I guess I'll never ever know

When I make songs, I make sure they come from the soul

Lately Texas is freezing, but bitch, it's alright, 'cause we done got used to living up in the cold

When times like these hit, it get hard not to fold

Yeah, they wanted some names, I made sure I ain't told

Ain't no pussy in me, I ain't ever been hoe

They been bitches, I swear, why they acting so bold?

I can't be out busting moves, If I ain't even found a way to go run up a check

When you was loafing for hoes, I was with my partner making sure he good with the set

This ain't for clout, bitch I rather run up my blue hundreds, before IG hit me with blue checks

I got issues, that's why just like my fucking phone, bitch you know that I keep it on deck

Aye, It's in the past, I got hella shit I'm looking forward to, bitch, why the fuck would I stress?

Stripes on the shirt, yeah, you know I'm rocking Tommy Hilfiger, Bitch, I ain't fucking with Guess

I done put my fucking grind, and bitch I'll be damned if this shit don't end up a success

Even though it seemed the world went against me, I stuck to my guns, pussy, nevertheless

Homies switched up, and some homies bitched up

But I know in the end I just can't give a fuck

In the Bible it says to forgive and forget

But I'm holding these grudges I guess I been sinning

But I don't really care 'cause I know I been winning

Can't put you in my table, ain't shit that you bringing

You see what you made of when chances start thinning

When it's time to eat, it's your plate, go and get it