Aye, ****, I come trim, putting these clothes on ain't shit to me

Young ****, he icy, hop out, hitting up like a Christmas tree

These **** be banging, bitch, I'm the large but I got mini-me's

Posted on the south with my young **** right by Lily B

Nobody got this whip, turn a dead end to a busy street

**** would think Diddy was my plug 'cause we got plenty P

If you call him, he ain't got it, he ain't the man, he in the middle

Cut yo' throat up 'bout that pape, ****, can't snooze out here like SZA

I don't want no ho that bitter, I wanna ho that hold that pole down

But I don't want no stripper, fuck it, come here, let me tip it

Aye, can you make it triple? ****, can you make it double?

Shit, I know you can, I'm tryna tell you, but that's if you a hustler

Come to motion class and take some notes, Yayski know the ropes

Go get you a zip and set up shop, sell it but don't smoke

Get that lil' shit gone, when you re-up, grab a couple more

Know you tryna profit, you can't fuck off, one week, you in a hole

Fast pace, go and get some dope, post up at the store

Can't be acting slow, gotta know the difference from a custo' and the folks

And if you get caught, go do your time, don't cop out like a ho

Don't cop out, tell on bro, better man up, and go and do your jokes

Ain't tryna lead you on, better listen up, tryna tell you what I know

Go get you some lows, or get a grove, or tap in with my folks

Better go get some bows, or get something going, you can't be out here broke

Can't be out here joking, better not get caught with these hoes, out here loafing

Better go and get some motion, ****, go and get some money

Better go and punch a clock if you ain't good at selling onions

Last week I sold a lot, got my pockets on lasagna

Teach you how to get some guap, **** ass better go and grab a journal

Aye, you want some motion ****, stop all of that hoping, ****

The ball ain't gon' fall in your hand, go get open, ****

Go do something, ****, go bump a junkie, ****

Go cut some grass, ****, get up off your ass, ****

Forty years old and down bad, that shit sad, ****

I'll be damned if I fall off like the last ****

No, I'ma keep on getting that money till they stop printing it

If you play with me, I'll pop you, this is not a gimmick

Aye, this shit real life, ****, this shit nonfiction

Aye, only time Big Yayski switching if my gun glitching

You must run track 'cause you run, ****

Damn, being broke must be fun, where your funds, ****?

You ain't got none, ****

Just come to motion class

Put your pride to the side and let me coach your ass

Pussy, huh?

You hear them chains, ****? I got up off my ass, ****, you still sitting down

Come to motion class and take some notes, Yayski know the ropes

Go get you a zip and set up shop, sell it but don't smoke

Get that lil' shit gone, when you re-up, grab a couple more

Know you tryna profit, you can't fuck off, one week, you in a hole

Come to motion class and take some notes, Yayski know the ropes

Go get you a zip and set up shop, sell it but don't smoke

Get that lil' shit gone, when you re-up, grab a couple more

Know you tryna profit, you can't fuck off, one week, you in a hole

Stay down