(June, you're a genius)

Huh

I'm the same lil' dusty lil' feet **** came from that Candler, they can't even believe it (On God)

Gucci had dropped off them racks, and I got off my back and this shit ain't no secret, ****

Uh, came from them Regals

Now I ride Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis

Huh, fuck the subpoena

Fuck to your honor, I got my lawyer speakin'

Up all night, don't get no sleep, I be geekin'

She said, "Record this shit," she freakin' (Nasty)

Pockets filled with them Franklins, Aretha

Yeah, Iceburg colder than freezer, huh

Racks on me and I got Visa, yeah

I whip it out, she gon' eat up

Car too fast, keep up

These ****, they broke and they mad we up

Break it down, speed it up, hold up, woah

Ride in the back, got my feet up

Hold up, heard these **** mad that we up

**** drop a dot, we can meet up (What?)

I'm that same young **** from Candler

I come from that mantel, don't get it confused (On God)

Come to East, we get shot out your shoes (Fire)

We the new Death Row, bitch, I'm Snoop (Hah)

We spinnin' your block like a hula hoop (Hmm)

We turn your shit to Ragu (Ooh)

Bitch, I got money like Jew (Cash)

Get the backend, on the money, go 'choo (Racks)

I made that chopper go hoo

Two bands spent on my shoe

Can't fuck one, I got two

Bankroll big, all blue (Yeah, all blue)

Go to the mall and get blew

Bitch, I'm ballin', ooh

I'm the same lil' dusty lil' feet **** came from that Candler, they can't even believe it (On God)

Gucci had dropped off them racks, and I got off my back and this shit ain't no secret, ****

Uh, came from them Regals

Now I ride Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis

Huh, fuck the subpoena

Fuck to your honor, I got my lawyer speakin'

Up all night, don't get no sleep, I be geekin'

She said, "Record this shit," she freakin' (Nasty)

Pockets filled with them Franklins, Aretha

Yeah, Iceburg colder than freezer, huh

Racks on me and I got Visa, yeah

I whip it out, she gon' eat up

Car too fast, keep up

These ****, they broke and they mad we up

These **** broke and they mad (They mad)

Get off your ass, shit sad (Shit sad)

I gotta get me a bag (A bag)

I gotta keep me a bag

Good on my face, they put shit on my tab

Young **** slept in the trash

Now I got bags to fill up a trashcan (On God)

Hood left me scarred, I got scabs

When the shit gettin' hard, I just stack that shit tall like giraffe

Wrist water, that shit took a bath

No, I didn't follow, I made my own path

Add this shit up like a math

Same lil' **** put the hood on the map

Sold out show but we still gotta trap

We gettin' all of the money, this shit not fair

Think we goin' broke, **** must be on meth

Bitch, we goin' up in the air

I'm the same lil' dusty lil' feet **** came from that Candler, they can't even believe it (On God)

Gucci had dropped off them racks, and I got off my back and this shit ain't no secret, ****

Uh, came from them Regals

Now I ride Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis

Huh, fuck the subpoena

Fuck to your honor, I got my lawyer speakin'

Up all night, don't get no sleep, I be geekin'

She said, "Record this shit," she freakin' (Nasty)

Pockets filled with them Franklins, Aretha

Yeah, Iceburg colder than freezer, huh

Racks on me and I got Visa, yeah

I whip it out, she gon' eat up

Car too fast, keep up

These ****, they broke and they mad we up