**** cheap, I did 30k this week I been Thumbing through these thousands, ****

Think I'm chicken p I ain't even chicken p, but I Get bands

So it's a rumor Lil bitch talking down on my Mans until I

Shoot her I told that bitch that I don't drive, I'm

Finnna pull up in a Uber I hit Rodeo with LiRome, the big man, but he

A shooter you Really think yo bitch loyal till I slide

And I scoop her She gon' eat it for some hours Like a drive

To Vancouver Been in a trap for a minute, I Thought you

Was getting it gone who yo friend getting Bands with the dreads sp tone Been in a trap For a minute, I thought you

Was getting it gone who yo friend getting Bands with the dreads so tone If you ain't Talking bout no bands, lil ****

Leave me alone I know I'm working first shift, I Do more

Hours on my phone I'm with my **** right or Right cause in

My eyes they can't be wrong How the fuck you Got a pipe and you ain't

Blow you **** bold How the fuck you got a Pipe and you ain't even

Blow your stick I ain't with the mafia, but this a Organized

Hit I'm tryna build these lines up, I'm working

Harder than a bitch If you gotta chase bank And it's aged come

Get lit I ain't gotta do no scams, but I do em Cause

The risk Baby you just fucked my mans, sorry You can't

Get a kiss Walking in with some bands and a Pole on my

Hip all the Ho's posting dray, just up the

Roll in dis bitch You gotta stop **** and Listen, open your

Eyes and pay attention I won't the opps so Fucking bad ****, I'm

Popping out on Christmas My homie nana Getting big, I told her ass

Go planet fitness I play my song, on opp block, Then I spin

It till it's finished **** cheap, I did 30k this Week

I been thumbing through these thousands, **** think I'm chicken p

**** always switching shit, but they ain't Even got no B

I'm up as hell, these **** not, so it ain't even Really beef

300 fast, it's me and nol, I told him turn on Sports mode

Bro we ain't popping out tonight, we in a crib With freak hoes

I got my Glock, he tryna fight, I know he finna reach though

My lil shooter bad as hell, he hitting shots like Free throws

Lil baby bad her **** cheap, I told her just Come get in with me

Man these bitches broke as hell, they getting drunk off pink Whitney

I ain't fucking with no Glock, I'm riding around

With three semis

The opps in jail if I was ghost, I'd be saying free 50

Nol1k up on this bitch, he make me mad and Now it's Nolan

She suck the dick so fucking good, I think this Lil bitch come from Poland

Opps want smoke, I'm getting guap, I told lil Bro, just get up on it

And bitch I'm shopping till I drop, I guess I'm Shopping till it's closed

I ain't have no fucking money, now I do, I swear to God

Skiid up in the winter we ain't cold, we tryna rob

Copped a zip and got it off, and you still broke, go get a job

I'm in the mall like fuck the cost until my fucking car declines

**** cheap, **** hella cheap, I swear to God they is

I'm making sure my family eat, bitch I'm my momma kid

Getting money, walk down on the opps and some Prada kicks

This my last song, **** cap, I'm getting tired of this