Intro

Hate waiting on pack
Hate waiting on surp
Time to re up like stamps on the first
You can get yours let me get me first
I go in for the cash
Two zips for a verse

Shooting at a nigga I ain't talking about nerf
So much swag little bitch want to surf
I'm a keep going until my face on a shirt
Niggas say they want it
But ain't really trying to work

Baby pop pills
But she don't like Percocet
I praise god for the franklins
Ain't talking about kirk
I'm a boss nigga
Problems come with the turf
She gone make me go broke
Red bitch in a skirt

Before she get the money
Little baby had to work
Yea
Little baby had to work
See I'm too legit
Short temper I'll let my Ruger hit
Stop the foolishness
I'll bust the can
Nigga no tuna fish

I'm on a roll
I do this shit just for my dogs
That's on the row
I pour up four
I'm on my toes

My kicks bussing
Ain't no kicking doors
Fuck the big three
I'm coming with the big four
I bet you know
When I'm coming for your head
No deep throat
I want to know
If I get on the row
Is you gone send me dough

You already know
That I got this shit on froze

Been through so much shit that I can't trust a nigga
Back been stabbed too many times
So I'm like fuck a nigga

Never really had no friends
Nigga barely kin
I do this shit all by myself
So ain't no dividends

Getting money is the trend
A nigga following
Your friend hopped up in my car
So baby follow in
Nigga ever try me
I'm bussing hollowed ends
I'm a real nigga
I don't give a fuck about your friend

I just want to see a bad bitch come and shake it
Thick bitch in my face
With that pussy naked
I know my bitch gone try to kill me
Feel my phone vibrating
But this bitch too bad
I'm stupid if I keep her waiting

I speak my truth up on a beat to make a better life
Only child
Hearing my mama
Crying every night

I know that she proud of me
Even though I ain't living right
I got to keep my pockets tight
So ma ain't got to check the price

Burning sativa by myself to keep me medicated
Deal with a lot of bullshit so everyday I'm faded
Like if I roll one and write this song am I gone really make it
Like if a hater like my life
Is he gone try to take it

My dog be off the syrup
I swear to god he cannot shake it
Bitch don't hop up in this car
If I can't see you shake it

Side bitch too shady
Hitting my line when I'm with my lady
I think I broke her heart
I told her what's good I ain't seen her lately

Remember back in school
Them hoes told me that they was cool
Now a days we slide straight through them like an avenue
Slide my dog the piece
Nigga for a rack or two
Got some money on me
Equipped with a glock or two

She say she want to feel me
She say she want to see the real me
Niggas say they real
But ain't really real to me
Same niggas I used to let him split a meal with me