Fuck **** use your head 'fore you lose that shit

I'm in the back with a brand new Glock 19, and it came with a cooling kit

I'm in that deep end, he wanna' swim wit' a shark, **** fuck 'round lose his bitch

Bro too deep in, how you gon' cry 'bout a bitch?

Like, the whole damn gang done hit

I get a bag, and it's back to the trap

From the 903, put that shit on the map

Don't know me, Ima get to the bag

Yeah, okay, let's get to the facts

I was down to bad, **** where was you at?

I came up too quick, now my car too fast

Lil' bad ass bih' let me hit off the bat

I'm tryna hit it

Only time a young **** cap, is if I'm wearing 'fitted

I'm gettin' rich, feel like I'm Popeye, I'm stackin' that paper, I'm gettin' that spinach

Bitch, let's get it

He wanted smoke with the kid, but I promise it'll fuck up his image

Ain't no tricking, went on a date with a bitch, she got mad when I told her we splittin'

Aye, swish, shootin' my shot at a light skin bitch, huh

I put a bitch in a black truck, huh

I'm tryna see fine shit, huh

Darker the berry, the sweeter the juice, I need a dark skin bitch, huh

**** be stealin' my swag, fuck it, let's sell that shit, get rich

Ain't no beefing with em'

**** talk on twitter, he a bitch

All that talkin' with no pape' you got 0 motion bitch

You can call me motion man, I made a band from 0 cents

You ain't talkin' money ****, man that shit don't make no sense

(Yeah, that shit don't make no sense to me)

(Shit make 0 sense to me)

(0 sense)