[Intro]
(Pyrex Whippa)

[Chorus]
Ain't to many I can trust I let these rubber bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch the shit collecting dust
A hater gon' say this and that, but they already know what's up with us
I got a rob with all these guns they might just try to stick me up
Lil hoe trying to give me bonds cause my songs going up
If I ever touch this bitch you know she must of asked some love
Lil bruh he only ten book the set you know he throw it up
My boy just called me from the pen he said "We finally going up"

[Verse]
Wrap the shoot I'm on the stage with that pocket rocket tool
Made so many Milwaukee Bucks
Told a fan is all love, but just watch how you walk you know
Cause I've been shot and I've been crossed and I be quick to buss
Think this shit be sweet you crossed the line you know theirs repercussion
Come from the muddy
Now my condo view the whole city
Don't need no wash and dryer fuck it add another stove
If they count to the end who want fire beef a little business
They know we keep it silent and they know we handle whole business
I woke up this morning with a hundred missed calls
Check came in cleared their was a 100 racks top
Left out the bank big old bags hurt my back bone
Ain't to many I can trust sometimes I feel like I'm alone
[Chorus]
Ain't to many I can trust I let these rubber bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch the shit collecting dust
A hater gon' say this and that, but they already know what's up with us
I got a rob with all these guns they might just try to stick me up
Lil hoe trying to give me bonds cause my songs going up
If I ever touch this bitch you know she must of asked some love
Lil bruh he only ten book the set you know he throw it up
My boy just called me from the pen he said "We finally going up"

[Verse 2]
All this money coming in, but I got problems pilling up
You know this money sorry
Pourn' up lean and baby ball
Got Saint Laurent all over my collar
Let 'em count that guala
No I didn't go to College
They want verse they send deposit
With a hearse I'm dropping body's
Too many racks I can't even count that shit might give me Alzheimer's
They might just try to cross me, but that shit like crossing bow wow
In my hood that shit get live wire it's hot that shit done set on fire
I pull up in a cat burning tires
My prices going higher

[Chorus]
Ain't to many I can trust I let these rubber bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch the shit collecting dust
A hater gon' say this and that, but they already know what's up with us
I got a rob with all these guns they might just try to stick me up
Lil hoe trying to give me bonds cause my songs going up
If I ever touch this bitch you know she must of asked some love
Lil bruh he only ten book the set you know he throw it up
My boy just called me from the pen he said "We finally going up"
[Outro]
Ain't to many I can trust I let these rubber bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch the shit collecting dust
A hater gon' say this and that, but they already know what's up with us