Fuck all that bullshit
N***a we hittin k [?]
Tell me why the fuck
Would I care what a bitch say
Tell me how I made a
Hundred thousand from mixtapes
Was probably why I can't
Keep these hoes
Out of my face
I'm up in that G wag
I do this for fucks sake
Do [?] me at your crib
[?] you hand me that duct tape
N***a we cutthroat
We ain't go to buff state
Was schooled to [?]
And I still got my GD
Even on they best days
These n***as ain't seein' me
I sleep on versace bedding
He gettin' money but he tows
So that make him [?]
I sold crack for a profession
You can call me the professor
Leave the money on the dresser
I'm quite clever
I'm made a few millions
My brains will lead the weapon
I take a bitch to Club Execedrid
I don't speak to pussy n***as
More money need more skrilla
Yo, my whole team killers