[Intro]
Uh

[Verse]
I know they tired of me poppin shit
Done spent so much on my mob that I damn near forgot my wrist
Them boys gon' blow, I know I ain't gotta hit
It come down to that smoke, I ain't got no problem with it
Fuck it
Thirty ball, bust it
Johnny got me flooded
I'm out in Houston feeling lovely
I snuck the ten piece in my luggage
I pray that don't nobody touch it
Don't think that you gon' try this shit for real 'cause that's when it get ugly
We pull up, hop out, they duckin'
Crank this bitch up, press that button
Bro got hiccups, big boy stutter
It might be lil', but this a big boy cutter
Put a switch on the glizzy and the bitch go, "Uh, uh"
I'ma tell you like this, you don't want nothin'
We put shit in the dirt or a hearse, free Squirt, I'm not doin' nothin' on a hun-bun
Burberry shirt came straight from London
Hit for a quick six-fifty
I might get me a 650
Hop out, squad on them inches
You ain't want me to pop, I get it
Why you on my dick? Keep listenin'
Six feet, we knee-deep in it
This life I live, it come with interest
Five percent, keep confidential
Play, then it's shots out the rental
Come try it, you with it, and let's see how far that it get you
Smell ho on you n***as, y'all soft in the tissue
[?][1:10] this ice, y'all n***as [?]
On show, the racks come droppin'
Ain't nothin' to change the topic
She got good brain, it's sloppy
Felt like I had to mention
And yeah, that lil' shit straight, but I had badder bitches
She wanna buy some paint, gave her a rack in fifties
I show my ass in Lenox
Too much, had to come back and get it