[Intro]
Shit
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a, you know what the fuck goin' on
Huh, huh, yeah
Alright
Yeah
Alright
Look
Look, ayy

[Verse]
It's an eight in my pop 'cause I love to drink
Cheat on my bitch and then I text her phone, "I love you still"
Please hand me a glass pint out the cupboardry
I'm worth a half a million dollars, no touching mee
.40 cal' bite a n***a face like a wild beast
Fuck a Hellcat, we finna go slide out a Crown Vic'
Supercharger on that 6.0, you hear a loud hiss
Baby, I can't make love to you, I pound shit
Water on my neck, water on my wrist
Shit, water on my mama, water on my bitch
Ironically, I got it off of talkin' shit
My cousin can't read for shit, but he can off a brick
Bitch, it's go time, press the gas, ain't no lookin' back
Bitch, it's showtime, V12, ain't no catchin' that
Threw a bullеt in his tire, n***a thought he caught a flat
If I hang up on you, bitch, you know it ain't no callin' back
On the highway, mе and shrooms finna take a trip
Them n***as ain't touch what I spent, I know they sick
Ran the money up all in they face, now they pissed
Try me, it's gon' be a free body, I'm legit
You can feel it in your soul when that fifty bustin'
If I give you good dick, you gotta tip me somethin'
I done looked out for a lot of n***as that ain't give me nothin'
Ghetto assassin, slide down a n***a chimney bustin'
Score an eight of Morton Grove, no, it's not for sale
I know the really Baby GOAT, you is not LaTrell
Boy, I see it in your eyes, you was 'bout to tell
I'ma keep steppin' on they necks 'til bro get out of jail
Even then, you know the motto, all gas, no breaks
The work gettin' shipped here, all slaps, no shake
You want the best weed, take your ass to the Bay
Could've got it all, but only brought a half for the day
Came out the house on me all blues, it's a pinky now
Dude was tryna flex in the bar and I sent him shots
Automatic's kind of hard to handle, but the semi's not
White bitches off of Adderall screamin', "Give me cock"
Bunch of rude bitches
You can go to Benihana, I'ma Ruth's Chris it
I'll beat a n***a ass until his shoes missing
You gotta want to fuck me, I can't choose bitches
I'm on a new mission
Late for work, damn, that bag came 'bout an hour early
I knew she was gon' give that pussy up, I took a shower early
I took the boy on a trip, who invited girly?
Buckshots left a lot of holes in him like he rocked a jersey
Bitch hit my line like, "What it's hittin' for?"
I ain't tryna fall in love, I just hit and go
Fancy, big as hell, she got a pretty coat
Hold on, wait, I was talkin' 'bout my dog if you didn't know
I just drunk a three raw, now my vision blurred
Tryna donut the Hellcat, I done hit the curb
I can make a million out your house if the kitchen work
Call the plug, tell them, "Batter up," he need pitching work