[Intro]
Synco

[Verse 1]
10 P's to the face, 25 to the plug
Double back, restock, then i'm back selling dubs
Made my money right back
I ain't looking for no love
And i'd never wife a bitch
I ain't giving no hug
Took a trip O.T and the bitch ain't made shit
Caught a flight right back and I find her ass quick
I ain't with that corny shit
Save that ass for that trick
Imma break her ass down for every damn blue strip
How you hustlin' but you starving?
Yeah you perfect for the gram
Imma get every dollar and imma flip it where I stand
Can't a n***a tell me shit
I don't owe a n***a shit
And if a n***a speak down imma treat him like a bitch
You a boss in yo clique but you got your n***as bummin'
How the fuck that shit work if you say you getting money?
Any n***a round' me he'll never be hungry
Put a plate down first
All my n***as get to grubbing
Can't count the L's I took but I still get a win
Every real n***a know you can't always take a win
Fuck the booth
I'm a trapper
Let a n***a know again
Let a n***a try again
Imma show him how we win
SOB X RBE, ain't shit fell off
We the same young n***as who you n***as call boss
I ain't taking no orders
I don't listen to nobody
I'm a young wild n***a and I don't fuck with nobody
Tryna catch up now
Got your legs finna break
You ain't never ran so much
You ain't chasin' no cake
I'm a million dollar n***a, might as well call me Drake
Big bodies through your city, we don't press on no brakes
Competition with nobody
I ain't worried 'bout shit
If the bitch back off, bet I ain't chasing shit
Heard you claim you a pimp but had a baby with your bitch
Yeah i'm checking that support that you giving to your kid
Bitch!