Aye!

Aye!

You know what the fuck going on, ****

I done doubled what I made, they can't tell me nothing

I'm out the way for pape, don't see my face you know my number

I got Franklins in a duffle, just saving for the summer

They gone hate, just let 'em hate

Long as I'm paid, ****, fuck 'em

Go off the map for months, I'm spending cheese with my lil' brother

This hustle like my lover, bitch, I'm grinding like I'm fucking

Extended stay to make my plays, we was known to get it bussing

These **** known for bluffing, ain't ever been known for money

They like"Boy, you on to something!"

He think we owe him something

Got his hand out like the junkies, shit, I thought he was blowed or something

Bro got ARP, it's X-Rated, tits hanging out

Quick to slide and fuck 'em up, I'll leave your shit hanging out, bitch

Won't be long before I make it

We was up in granny basement

Now we tripping state-to-state, long way from The 9, ain't it?

If I don't drop the pape, this bitch act a crybaby

Cuz tripping, twisting fingers like it's fucking sign language

This shit tripled up, I'm counting up on times tables

Brody dropped in with the pints, he got a script from Aunt Mabel

It's fine maple, riding 'round with shit that fuck around and rearrange you

To a angel, 'cuz I'm angry and I'm dangerous with this laser but no aiming

I explain the way I gain but you a lame so you ain't changing

I know **** going broke fighting cases

But don't know **** that done told on a state bid

Keep my circle small 'cuz **** frauds, I be alert

Went to grab the steak but probably have your Mrs. for dessert

They was sleep, now they waking up, wasn't feeling me at first

Lord knows I been cautious, feel that enemy at work but fuck 'em

Fuck it, text me when you coming

This pack it smell like onion

I'm at coney with this drank, poured a six with Paul Bunyan

**** slide? I'ma torch his OG's, this y'all youngin

Know we sacrifice for life, some hate the grind but shit, I love it

I done doubled what I made, they can't tell me nothing

I'm out the way for pape, don't see my face you know my number

I got Franklins in a duffle, just saving for the summer

They gone hate, just let 'em hate

Long as I'm paid, ****, fuck 'em

Go off the map for months, I'm spending cheese with my lil' brother

This hustle like my lover, bitch, I'm grinding like I'm fucking

Extended stay to make my plays, we was known to get it bussing

These **** known for bluffing, ain't ever been known for money