These **** crazy as hell, these **** stupid as fuck, **** ain't with me to get that shit, bro

Bending blocks on a Sunday I gotta go get it, **** talking and shit, talking and stuff

Boy, I'm gone

Said bending blocks on a Sunday, I gotta go get it

If you play chase the money, send shots at his fittied

Yeah you **** be cap, spit it out or get with it

Said don't spin over here on this side it get wicked

Said these **** be pussy as fuck, I can feel it

Having dreams and nightmares like milly

Said a **** gon' die where he chillin',

We get the lo, Start to spin like that shit on the ceiling

Pop out with that hammer, whack shit like it's whack-a-mole

I pull in that hemi, I bet that I tax the hoe

I'm a young, rich ****, I don't pay no taxes tho

If he spend on this side, he gon' die, that's how Texas go

Said these **** be lame as the fuck, I know they ain't gon' spin

Pop out on his block

And then fuck around, hit up his kin

Know we spinning soon we get the pin

This shit straight off the head with no pad and no pen

You can't jump in this water, watch the dummy dive in

**** pissing me off, I'm starting to sin with a grin

I've been sipping wockheart baby bottle that's glued to my hand

Whole gang got a stick, pull up beating shit just like a band

Glock .45 with a button, kick shit Jackie Chan

He tryna fight, I let the pole throw hands

Get the bitch in the back of the truck and go ham

I get the bitch in the back of the truck and go stupid

Know these **** be cuffing these throw aways

No, I can't get no love to these hoes anyway

Pop out on the fuck **** block any day

And we spinningfor real, I just wait for the say

I might wait a lil' minute and get the **** gone in may

Pop up for the summer like hey

Said many blocks on a Sunday, I gotta go get it

If you play chase the money, send shots at his fitted

Yeah, you **** be cap, spit it out and get with it

I said don't spend over here on this side and get wicked

These **** be pussy as fuck, I can feel it

Have them dreams and nightmares like milly

Said a **** gone die where he chillin'

We get the lo start to spin like the shit on the ceiling

Pop out with that hammer, whack shit like it's whack-a-mole

Said I pull up in that hemi, I bet that I tax the hoes