[Intro]
Bitch

[Verse]
Seen Unc' make 100K, that's what made me hustle
Finna cook two hundred grams of soft and save eighty of 'em
Shoot them bitches to the 10 where they gon' pay me double
I grind hard every day because I hate the struggle
Cuz spent thirteen thousand for an eight-piece nugget
White boy came from up North, he spent eighteen hundreds
Caught an opp flexed on the 'Gram with his auntie money
Hit his bitch with the Perky dick and she paid me for it
I ain't wanna fuck that bitch, Ri made me do it
Fuck around and drunk a whole pint, E made me pour it
Popped a Vic', smoke a half a Cookie, shit made me 'noid
Unc' been high off girl all day 'cause he hate the boy
Damn, I'm in a different bag
Rap and trap, give you a CD for every zip you grab
Me and Ri the hardest in the city, now let's mention facts
I need five hundred for a feature or you can kiss my ass
Z boy just blessed me with a pint, n***a, it was glass
I was servin' all my classmates, you was gettin' mad
I was leavin' school to make plays, you was skippin' class
Jumped off the porch in ninth grade and started livin' fast
I remember all them fucked up days I couldn't hit the stash
Rest in peace, my n***a, Quanny Mac, boy, I miss you bad
Some days, I just sit and pray that God bring you back
I remember you took that nine from Dreyo and didn't bring it back
E brought me a small pop, said, "It's a three in that"
You dropped an ounce in a two-liter, boy, ain't no lean in that
N***as pourin' up heavy green, ain't no codeine in that
And, please, don't speak on Hi-Tech, I got a thing for that
Lil' bro finna pour some Wock' until the liter black
I'm finna crank this motherfucker up until the meter crack
Just touched down from OT, like, where them Visas at?
A n***a try to pass me a Swisher, I'm like, "Who weed is that?"
Fuck around and broke a n***a blunt 'cause his weed was trash
My white boy walked in askin' where the needles at
He said, "Mike, I'm fucked up and I need a pack"
I gave him one on the love, that's how you keep your fiends attached
I know a n***a that sell bricks, but can't read or rap
How you tryna slide on some n***as but you need a strap?
E said he tired of pourin' red, then we need some Act'
I could call old dude, but I know he gon' tax
Fuck it, bro, call that n***a, we gon' rob his ass
I used to do that shit back in the day, but I ain't tryna brag
Told bro to put his Glock up, I'ma bring mine instead
Fuck my bitch and her lil' sister to make they mama mad
Nowadays, hoes don't even ask where the condom at
Dirty money, take that shit to [?][2:06] laundromat
Flint n***a, but got some killers comin' straight from Pontiac
They'll kill your whole family to find out where that money at
Easy