I got all this fuckin’ codeine, man Cocaine with the building, ayy
I’m about to take off like a rocket These ain’t Tylenol, these big poppin’, that’s a half a rocket Fuck the drama, all my niggas wildin’ I don’t need no stylist You want these? You gon’ need a thousand We can link up in the Hills, I’ma bring a thousand Shit got, but we pulled four hundred G’s up out it I can’t do this shit forever (Uh-uh) Tell that lil’ broke bitch get her shit together She came and fucked me since you told her to do better Bought that bitch some shoes, she my Cinderella Work soft as leather I ain’t workin’ for nobody, I’m a boss forever Boy, you still ain’t got no money, gon’ be lost forever .223’s big as chalk, it’ll chalk whoever Niggas get advances, get to actin’ like they had the bag Dawg’s shit bulgin’, pants draggin’, thought I had the MAC Dogshit Records, real talk, we’ll sign you guys You sold your soul to the devil, I am not surprised Fucked up, I can tell by your decision Pray to Ben Frank, nigga, gettin’ money my religion Black Hellcat, nigga, I ain’t superstitious Spin that motherfucker on McNichols in the trenches In the trap eatin’ trap kitchen This ain’t PETA café, we got wrapped chickens I hit a lick on my plug, I got back, nigga I don’t wanna do no song with you cap niggas We all players in the game but our stats different You on the bench, lil’ nigga I hope you ain’t trippin’ ’bout a bitch, is you, nigga? Catch him down bad, put the clip in you, huh, yeah We ain’t playin’ fair no more (Nuh-uh) I don’t give a fuck about no freaky ho (You can have her) I got numbers on the board, man, who keepin’ score? My youngin just caught his body ’bout a week ago