[Intro]
(Hey, Manzo, you got a hit, boy)
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)

[Chorus]
Just hit my n***a through a jail phone, ain't gon' lie that lil' shit hurt
Cujo in and out of jail and both of my n***as got put in the dirt
Chris locked up in the feds, I'm tryna get that boy off of a jail bed
Meanwhile this bitch keep talking about giving me head
Bitch, I got shit on my mind
She want me put her before my dog and I'm like hell nah
Then again, lil' bitch, you don't lie, hell nah
These n***as out here lying, say I fell off

[Verse]
Back in that mode again
I'm finna roll up the dope again
Choppa got a n***a slow again
Ain't gon' lie, the world been on my shoulders
Mama say I'm getting older and older
Pops say I'm getting older and older
In the mall with a Louis bag and ELA
If you try to rob, we gon' fuck you over
7.62s, slump him over
N***as know I want the i8 Beam and the Roadster
I'm finna pop like toaster
[Chorus]
Just hit my n***a through a jail phone, ain't gon' lie that lil' shit hurt
Cujo in and out of jail and both of my n***as got put in the dirt
Chris locked up in the feds, I'm tryna get that boy off of a jail bed
Meanwhile this bitch keep talking about giving me head
Bitch, I got shit on my mind
She want me put her before my dog and I'm like hell nah
Then again, lil' bitch, you don't lie, hell nah
These n***as out here lying, say I fell off