Aye man, real 2800 baby, I'm the one, not the two, bitch, if you ain't already know, yeah

Yeah

Before I seen **** playin' with money

I seen em playin' with the fire hoe

Comin' up in my hood n you know we admire those

Ready to pop a **** like a bottle, I, yeah

I spin in a minivan or a Tahoe

Rock out no guitar, this Desperado

I be ready to ride out full throttle

My glizzy like fine wine, Moscato

Don't be thinkin' shit sweet cause this not Disaronno

Step in two threes and I shoot like I play for Chicago

Hunnid round drum on a chopper like Bongoz

I used to trap in the rain with a stick and a poncho

And I been in the field like I play for the Broncos

Ain't no cap in my rap like them other ****

I need six but I'm workin' on seven figures

Play with me and I won't wanna be a ****

Might let loose every time that I see a ****

Some of my opps locked and I hate it

I really can't wait till they free the ****

But it's okay, I'm smokin' what's his name?

Got too high, can't remember it either, ****

By myself counting racks in my fuckin' section

Twenty-eight double O where we keep a weapon

**** hate where I'm from and the gang I'm reppin

I got hate in the hood from a big selection

Can't get ran out my hood cause I'm fuckin' steppin

Run up, I'll send you to hell, and still break in heaven

12 got whacked in my hood this the fourth of the Oaks

Right before Wishy turned seven

I started to touch on them sticks by eleven

But I blew my first stick at like fourteen

Tryna put **** up like it's quarantine

Told you once you can't see life from my perspective

Don't get shot tryna play me for my complexion

I'ma put you to sleep like some morphine

All these 448s, I get em out the way, count the backend

And then go get some more P's

Walked in the trap like sorry for the weight

Left with 12 racks and only sold four P's

And these fuck **** hate how I'm havin' motion

They be fuckin' with rats but count no cheese

Every time I got slimedd out, I kept it street

Spint the block, **** teamed up with police

Fuck your bitch, scratch her name right up off the list

Guarantee she gon' beg me for mo' D

And she treat me like gas, she be blowin' me

I done robbed ****, I done got robbed

But it ain't never been a ho in me

My chopper, write murder, no poetry

Play with me, make you get in to rosary's

Make you rethink your life for approaching me

I'm just to independent no coaching' me

And I stay with the bags, grocery

When I'm out, it ain't too hard to notice me

I might chop your block down with them Big 223's

As long as I know you don't know it's me