That's why you can't win the money, Mack, 'cause you not worried 'bout the fuckin' money

I gave you the fuckin' money, you supposed to go in there and do it

You worried 'bout this dumb bitch, about this dumb bitch? This dumb rental?

I'll crash this shit, you wanna crash mine? You wanna crash like I'll crash, gang

You hear me, gang? I don't give a fuck about this shit

I pulled up long-ass chain in a old school (Like Tunechi in '08)

We don't slide in no Sprinters, that's old news (You ever got hit at, ****?)

If you been what I been through, you would be straight on 'em to (My conscience fucked up)

I'm tryna bounce out and get active, fuck that bulletproof (Yeah, Moo, let me out)

Hundred degrees outside, I'll still throw on Burberry puffer (I don't give a fuck)

Muscle shirt under with my jorts on, Glock stickin' out in public (I'm adapted)

So much dog shit, I'm 'bout to call Vicky to come change my Huggy (Ma, hurry up)

OG been trappin' three decades, he re-up out the country (Shh)

**** called me sweatin' 'bout five hundred dollars, that my son lunch money (Come on, bruh)

My washer and dryer stopped workin', middle of the night, me and Fatt hit the Laundry (In the trenches)

**** post all that money when he alive, soon he die, mama postin' a GoFundMe (How that work?)

That shit so backwards, I never understood that shit, let me keep my comment (Let me shut up)

What the fuck I look like doin' twenty versus one? (This shit weak)

Go try that shit with another rapper, I'm not the **** to say, "Throw me somethin'" (What the hell?)

I get six figures off each mixtape, I'm not hurtin' for nothin'

Stop postin' your **** right after he die, you gotta go hurt somethin' (Get active)

Stop askin' me how deep we is, I'm with fifty Foxes, that's just how we comin' (Like the mob)

Let me put you down, if she takin' too long to squirt, put in a thumb (Better listen)

She was skinny as fuck, she started workin' out, gained weight, now she a big mama (Proud of you)

She been doin' sit-ups six months straight consistent, then lost her tummy (Yeah, I'm watchin')

I don't agree when they say Rat Atlanta 'cause I know some real gang shit (Shit facts)

I got some killers ready to get off the leash, don't piss me off and they anxious (They just sittin' back)

I dare you to put me in the same category as them ****, fuck Arkansas Rankings (That's so disrespectful)

Thinkin' you bigger than the family, ****, that's how you get sanctioned

I pulled up long-ass chain in a old school (Like Tunechi in '08)

We don't slide in no Sprinters, that's old news (You ever got hit at, ****?)

If you been what I been through, you would be straight on 'em to (My conscience fucked up)

I'm tryna bounce out and get active, fuck that bulletproof (Yeah, Moo, let me out)

Hundred degrees outside, I'll still throw on Burberry puffer (I don't give a fuck)

Muscle shirt under with my jorts on, Glock stickin' out in public (I'm adapted)

So much dog shit, I'm 'bout to call Vicky to come change my Huggy (Ma, hurry up)

OG been trappin' three decades, he re-up out the country (Shh)