Ran outta beats

Out around on the beach

Uh, bitch, I pulled up to the lot

In a shooter, but I came to buy a red-eye

I'ma walk in cemetery, pockets full of dead guys

Heard she think I miss her, but I'm somewhere with her friend, nah

I ain't trippin' off a bitch who always got her pants down, uh

Damn **** run up on me, I bet he get fanned out

Gotta watch who DM, I reply to hoes be fanned out

Can't no **** love, bro, me, I'm the fuckin' man, now

Striker stop, we spent too much, we blew the fuckin' trans out

Shit, huh, ****, fuck the trans up

Remember not having a dollar, I can show you ten, now

All them losses I done took, I think it's time to win, now

All them thoughts 'bout Chris and Shay, okay, I wanna spend now

**** got me fed up

In the three-nine-two, she wanna give her lil' head up

If it ain't the Lord Himself, then who the fuck I'm scared of?

Cut her off for talking back, she know she shouldn't have said nothin'

Bitch, you shouldn't have said nothin'

Who the fuck these **** think they playin' with?

Ain't 'bout money, then we shouldn't be sayin' shit

Who the fuck these **** think they?

Uh, threw a button on the Glock, I'm on the hunt for all the opps

We ain't into drive-bys, pull up then we jumpin' out

First mistake I made was thinkin' shorty ass would hold it down

Gettin' money, I can't give a fuck what she got goin' on

Striker pull up slow, hop out the whip and then we blow

Tried to run but we too close, that Draco smacked him in his throat

All that dissin' in them songs what got 'em sent up to his bro

They tryna choke, but duck and smoke

Get off the booth and send a load

This shit forever on the floor, I still a jump out when I'm old

At the G-way and the opps, still gassin' up, bitch, I got pole

They tried to traffic stop the strikes

And as they hopped out, we was gone

At my sentence told the judge

Just fuck the opps and freedom bros

Yeah, uh

Who the fuck these **** think they playin' with?

Ain't 'bout money, then we shouldn't be sayin' shit

We pumpin'

Yeah, yeah

Dissin in them songs is what got his head hit

Ain't 'bout no money, then we shouldn't be sayin' shit

Who the fuck these **** think they playin' with?

Yeah

I make sick shit, thirty shit man, c'monI