[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, look
She the coldest in the city, want me to pay for it
Huh, we ain't doin' that, though
You gotta realize
You fuckin' with a real n***a
Bitch
Huh, look

[Verse 1]
She the coldest in the city, want me to pay for it
Told her I'ma still grind like a skateboard
If your brother fell down, would you wait for him?
Shit, I would, I'll sacrifice my life for him
My heart cold, I could survive in an ice storm
He ain't got the money for the feat', give me a pipe for it
I take my gun everywhere, I got the rights for it
Say you got the plug on the 'bows, what the price for it?
He want twenty-two five, so I bought 'em all
What I spent in Saks Fifth, could've bought the mall
My youngins down in DC fuckin' with the frauds
My uncle still in the 6 fuckin' with the dogs
A lot of n***as in that can, yeah, I miss 'em all
Take it back to 2010, I would've killed 'em all
I bet I strike the batter out quick when I pitch the ball
I know a n***a right now made an M off of fentanyl
[Interlude]
That's no cap, n***a
It don't matter what you do, n***a, it's a thousand hustles out here, n***a
You gotta get out here and get you one, n***a
Grind, n***a
Get you some motherfuckin' money out this bitch
Yeah
That's what I'ma do, n***a, Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
Hah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Right now, my name hotter than some fish grease
I need a bitch with good pussy and some big feet
Stomp a n***a head in the club, we was six deep
Bitch text my phone that she pregnant, is you shittin' me?
We ain't doin' that, sent that bitch to Flushing Road
You wouldn't believe I had to do that to a couple hoes
I was gettin' them bitches gone quick and didn't touch the 'bows
Made a hundred racks right in Flint, we ain't touch the road
Shit, I was too high to fuck the bitch, I didn't touch the ho
We in the D, I need a corned beef on an onion roll
The pandemic gone, you back broke, where your money go?
The situation got a lil' sticky, no honeycomb
I was into servin' grams, you was into robbin'
I had to get it out the mud, you got sent to college
Ridin' 'round with six guns tryna get it poppin'
Now I'm gettin' it off the rap, had to flip the option
N***a flexin' with his money, watch me flip his pocket
Compact XD four-five, this a different rocket
Stuffin' dog shit in my jeans, I done ripped the pocket
You cannot get plugged over here, this a different socket
Okay, let me keep goin'
I'm fucked up, walked in the bank with my heat showin'
Bitch ugly, so I peed on her
My new bitch pussy good, so I beat on her
I had to boss the bitch up, I threw a slee— alright
I had to boss the bitch up, I threw a sleeve on her
I knew she sucked dick good, look at the knees on her
She make the pussy squirt, huh? I threw a C on her
That's Chanel, bitch
I'm in the kennel with that dog like I sell pits
They say the road got hot as hell, so I mailed it
I'll knock a bitch son out like I'm Melvin
I'm in Boston servin' green shit like a Celtic
Huh, pussy— hah, yeah, bitch tried to put her pussy in my face and I smelled fish