{Verse 1} I been hustling 7 days 24 hours

Wit the same outfit on from Thursday ian took no shower

   On I-35 10 bows in my trunk this a power move

   Had to let ha go even tho ian want to but ha attitude

   Im used to backhanding bitches but that’s all kinds of rude

   Tryna get on TV for an award already made the news

   Im tryna do some different, make a living have some children

   Pullup at my momma house and make everyday like Christmas

   Until then im smashing the gas until the Pedal break

   Still be on some bullshit hit a opp block and go celebrate

   **** bet not make a post we hit they block another day

   We Pulled uP in German Engineering but we used honda Plates

   If its bout me then be specific

We blow more smoke than chimney

   Mixing more dope than a chemist

I went Rucci ion kno Renny

   Mr Crabs i need every Penny

I be having dreams someone them reaped souls be out to get me

   I still go post in south memphis on south parkway like im Kenny

   All in houston acting bad tied my bandana on a Bently

   Drunk asf like Homer Simpson

Shining harder than a Diamond

   **** veer off in my lane we set em straight like wheel alignments

   Walked in wit my heat and ice on me im Mr Change The Climate

   Even when ian got my cartier on im on gangsta timing

  Mane em Pay for my consignment

   {Hook} **** aint shit free

I kant do a show a feat

  U must think this wardrobe cheaP

Put on Amiri for the sneaks

   Run up 10 thousand in a week

Only sPeak when spoken too for you get shot in yo beak

   **** “FA!” Ion give a “bleep”

   {Verse 2} Im lowkey famous heard they Plotting on me im moving wit this Drac

   7/62 5/56 a bake **** cake

He was screaming “stooooop” but we kept going and left him raped

   Finger fuck the trigger buss a **** ass & split his melon

   Mane this **** talk too much get in that room he bound to tell it

   98% of gangsta in my veins was born a felon

   What you mean ian gotta pop it

Wont go outside unless its Profit

   Section full of rich **** bad bitches on the market

   3 am a Double cup of syrup wit my chicken & waffles

   Wrecked my first whiP they shot the 2nd one thought i wouldnt prosper

   Now I’m laughing to the bank

On facetime wit my lil stank

   Labels reaching out don’t get excited fuck it make em wait

   

{Hook} **** aint shit free

I kant do a show a feat

  U must think this wardrobe cheaP

Put on Amiri for the sneaks

   Run up 10 thousand in a week

Only sPeak when spoken too for you get shot in yo beak

   **** “FA!” Ion give a “bleep”