Still gon' go strong on this motherfucker, so I can get that shit right

I gots to punch this shit out, ready? Go (I don't think we have a name)

Uh, uh

We all gotta die one day, but everybody ain't gotta die from gunplay (Shit)

See, you ain't never been into no shootouts on a one-way (No)

I took the white girl to a fashion show on a runway (What?)

Just shoot everybody look suspicious, that's what my gun say (Shoot)

My daddy went to prison, so I grew up in the crack house (Uh)

Where **** shake your hand, count your money with the strap out (Mm)

And if you throw the flag, then you a bitch because you backed out (Huh?)

You tuff with that gun, when you on the yard, you gettin' packed out (Oh)

See, Cliff had it cookin' and JT wanna white-out

'Cause Cliff can make cookies and JT was smokin' fly (You lyin')

The way I live, I'm gettin' indicted if this get televised (Hoo)

See, this ain't fabricated, it's non-fiction, I ain't tellin' lies (No)

If I take a fall, I'm takin' fourteen to twenty-nine (Hoo)

Hit the Michael Jackson, whip the Billie Jean and really grind (Billie Jean)

Mix the bakin' soda with the yola, then you gel it down

But I'ma sell it wet, can't let it dry 'cause that's a extra thou' (Uh)

I wear Gucci, not the Ray-Bans (Gucci, not the Ray-Bans)

I turn mud to some gravy (Mud to some gravy)

I like my money when it's both hands (When it's both hands)

I'm screamin', "Fuck you, pay me" (Fuck you, pay me)

I wear the Gucci, not the Ray-Bans (Ray-Bans)

I turn mud to some gravy (I turn mud to some gravy)

I like my money when it's both hands (Put it in my mitts)

I'm screamin', "Fuck you, pay me" (Ghetto)

A$AP Rocky, Ray-Bans, I don't do the WOPs (No)

Eighty thousand on my left hand, expensive-ass clock (Expensive-ass clock)

Real trench baby, raised by JB and Scotty Rob (R.I.P.)

I had a gun when I was nine (Yeah), first raid when I was five (When I was five)

Where I'm from, it been live, you pussy rappers can't compete (Pussy)

Back in 2015, the feds did a sweep (Real shit)

Have you ever took one and a half and brought it back to three? (Huh?)

Pay the low out in the D (Huh?), double up in Tennessee? (Let's go)

Got a eight of Quagen from a fiend (Yeah)

Auntie still got the beans, cuz in the hood if you need some weed (If you need some weed)

'96 Impala on D's, live a dope boy dream

Only way that they gon' see me when it's— (It's kind of bright out there)

I wear Gucci, not the Ray-Bans (Gucci, not the Ray-Bans)

I turn mud to some gravy (Mud to some gravy)

I like my money when it's both hands (When it's both hands)

I'm screamin', "Fuck you, pay me" (Fuck you, pay me)

I wear the Gucci, not the Ray-Bans (Ray-Bans)

I turn mud to some gravy (I turn mud to some gravy)

I like my money when it's both hands (Put it in my mitts)

I'm screamin', "Fuck you, pay me"

I'm sure it ain't gon' be nothin' different for me

Like, I already know what this shit is, like

This is what I chose to do, my ****, like, straight up

If you ain't built for this shit, don't even step in these shoes, don't even act like you wanna walk on this side of the street, my ****

Ain't nothin' wrong with the sidewalk

Ain't nothin' wrong with the grass

Hell, ain't nothin' wrong with stayin' in the house

You live longer, I bet you