(It's a Wayne beat)

That intro long as fuck, nigga

What?

That motherfucker ain't never droppin' in the world, is it?

Yeah

Bitch, I'm on forex

Hit him with an F&N like a short text

Fuck a bitch all night, ain't no short sex

Chopper knock a nigga whole house off his porch steps

Shot dog so many times, put him in a vortex

Never without my gun, so why would I do raw sex?

That's only five hundred eighteen dollars, don't flaunt that

You shot a nigga, but ain't kill him, you can't count that

Phone ring, I made thirty sales, that was nine this morning

White boy came three hundred miles just to grab a quarter

Give me two or three months, I might cash a foreign

Plug said the price is real cheap if you pass the border

Camе to the hood and got his ass extorted

Fuck a diffеrent bitch every night, this shit getting boring

Four of Tris in this double cup, that's a couple Jordans

You lyin', E, this ain't mouthwash, this a six of Mortons

E tired as hell, it's time to split a sale

he said sixty-forty

I'll drink a whole pint of Wock'

and get higher than Rick and Morty

Me and E split a pint and poured 9 in it sixty-forty

Sold me one ounce of Act', I drunk it in quarters

Fuck, Kidd talkin' 'bout his streams again

This batch bad, I done got into it with my fiend again

Think I'm finna try to OD off lean again

Fuck around, the corner of the bed, got it leaning in

Hit him with the Narcan, he OD'ing again

I can't get high off the Percs, I'm on E's again

Take it back to when we sold dope and rocked Sprees again

I just bought a lil' six, now I need a ten

Nigga, that's a whole pint, we gon' pour it up

Had to rerock the sale when I wrote him up

Spent a nigga whole advance up at Golden Sun

Fuck around and run off with the work, I don't owe the plug

Bitch cut me in with the stealers, I been acting dumb

Three thousand for the buffies

touch 'em and I'll fuck you up

I'm on papers, I'm not even supposed to be touchin' stuff

Shot a fan, boom, I thought he was runnin' up

Boom, we came out of nowhere, now we blowin' up

It goin' off, boom, scoot, shh, ahh

Damn, I can't say too much

Mad as hell, I found out my nephew stole my gun

The plug was acting stiff with

the pints and so we stuck him up

Put my phone on do not disturb, it ain't rung in months

Don't nobody say shit to E, I just drunk his cup

Tryna distract him, I fired on Kidd when he brung it up

Hundred round drum and a beam, you gon' run or what?

Pretty face with a slim waist and a pumpkin butt

I don't even really need the gun, I'll lump him up

Who is that, lil' Mario? Yeah, that's Lumpy's son

Cass always wakin' up tryna fight, that's my grumpy son

I know somebody dead in that car, I had monkey nuts

Just light the blunt and put the

head on me with your funky butt

E dropped a letter, told him match a pint of Wock'

he fucked the puppy up

My first year rappin', I was broke, got the money up

You out of town with a name off of rap, run the money up

It's guaranteed that this winter

off of rap, I'm puttin' money up

She probably always gon' let you fuck, depends— ahh

She probably always gon' let you fuck once the money up

I told her

"Keep my dick in your mouth with your lucky butt"

Gotta bust the watch down, huh, fuck the money up

The dope still damn near a ten, I ain't fuck it up