(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)

I ain't even know that bitch was recordin' for real

You know that we them boys for real

Alright, when we gon' start? (Rich off Pints, nigga)

Let me start right now

(Max, this what we on, gang?)

I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin', dread-headed real rasta

Chopper shooter, hitter, they gon' have to find real doctors

Got my nephew with me, he just wanna rob and kill somethin'

Bitch, we in the field—uh, let me say it over, alright

I'm a lean sippin', pill poppin', dread-headed real rasta

Chopper shooter, hittеr, they gon' have to find real doctors

Rеally from that way, they just rappin'

bitch, we real monsters

Grindin' in the field, thuggin', Kway-Kway

he gon' kill somethin' (Kway, he gon' kill somethin')

Bitch, bitch, I got real money (I got real money)

Snatch a soul, like we in the store

I'm tryna steal somethin' (Come here)

Pop a Perc', then another Perc'

ain't tryna heal nothin' (Uh-uh)

In your city, got a hundred sticks

we tryna build somethin' (Tryna build somethin')

Yeah, I get high 'til I don't feel nothin'

All this ice on me, take it off

I call that chill button (Beep, beep, beep)

Twenty for a show, an extra five

if I got Will comin' (Drank God)

I don't want no eighths or want no line 'cause

it's a seal comin' ('Cause it's a seal her)

Fuck her for a hundred, for a fee

she pry that pussy (Uh-huh)

My youngins in the trenches bust your

head for an ounce of Cookie (For real)

Bust a Rollie down, yeah, this a trophy

I ain't no rookie (Bling)

We shoot his crib up to bring him to me

I'm tired of lookin' (Hah)

Yeah, try to rob me, we whack his mama

I ain't Ace Boogie (Uh-uh)

We would've killed Rico

that nigga try me like I'm a pussy, yeah

VVS watch changin' colors, look like Gushers (Gushers)

Now that I think about it

Ace would've never fucked my sister, nah

Pussy-ass nigga

get out the club 'cause you is a coward (Kermit)

Bitch, I been gettin' money since

Lil' Jerry was rockin' Dallas, yeah

Real ghetto boy

twenty-eight inch dubs on my Denali (Drank God)

I put a switch on it

now that bitch faster than a Challenger (Skrrt)

That bitch faster than a Challenger

Fast as shit, nigga

Rich off Pints

I ain't even got nothin' else to say, 'cause I just been

It's just the type of time I'm on, for real

Pour me up two, gang, I need like

We had only drunk an eight, it should be like

Another like four left, some shit like that