Yeah

LOD shit

I give my time to keep it (keep it)

I don't do lies and secrets (nah)

Had to keep my patience

Hoes gon' lie, just look in the sky for Jesus

Haha, yeah

Treat hoes like feral diseases

All of my bitches got mad when I cheated

Bitch cry, I go full out of grievance

I fall, bitch, pick up the pieces

Bitch only call if I pull out the penis

A **** could study and follow my path

And he still couldn't point out my weakness

Why jealousy flowing for **** with cash?

And every day give us a reason

All of my **** be chasing the bag

So money can't get in between us

Haha, yeah

Chain cold, can't stay out the, uh

Chain cold, can't stay out the freezer

Big bankroll, can't pay with the Visa

Oh shit (LOD shit, what the fuck going on?)

Mm, mm, mm, mm (welcome to LOD)

Okay, I feel it (yeah)

I can fuck with this bitch though (feel me)

Say what? Ayy

This the big ass wad, no, I can't pay with the Visa (the Visa)

Yeah, the bitch no good, she lie, but I still did hate to leave her (I did leave her)

I done played my part, I tried, so the

Bitch don't hate me either (she hate her)

How the fuck y'all hate my ways, but never

Did blame my teacher? (They did, bitch)

But it's cool, I'm chill in Eureka (Eureka)

Make bank when I play through the speakers

Point blank range when I aim with the heater (grra)

Better change or them ****'ll leave you

Can't make plays when you come off the bleachers (bitch)

Whole gang turn a popper to amigas

The bitch gon' stay for a shot of tequila (she did)

Uh, uh, uh (LOD shit)

With my bestest friends, pour Trish and Pepsi cans

Bitch, watch us drink to freedom (we gon' drink)

Bro made love to the dope, pole lean then he prop his feet up (he did)

I'll barge in your crib for the coke, for an ounce, I'll pop your leader (bow)

The bitch gon' fake her moves, I don't want no actresses (I don't)

The bitch ain't speak her truth, but I bet her actions is

They send, they send, bitch

They send two checks on the first

My pen a curse, this where my magic is

Make bank just for my verse

Got reimbursed off words and adjectives

Uh, bitch, I need some grace for my mistakes

That's what my pastor give (what he do)

I sit on y'all from what I ate

This ain't from laxatives (it's not)

They ask us how y'all get your plate

We told them acronyms

We make paper, we make bank from putting words into a sentence

We keep stacking what we earn, can't even splurge until we finish

We magicians, we turn adjectives and verbs into a business

Close the distance, big ass chopper paint

Blow curb and then we dipping, uh

Hos don't listen

Can't grow, she don't show no difference, uh, uh

I'ma hold my image

Gotta stay strong when I mow my bitches, uh, uh

The pole ain't missing

The whole thing gone when I blow, I'm tripping

The .44 different

**** be soft as a ho that'll ran to the popo, snitch, yeah

LOD shit

What the fuck going on?

Yeah