[Intro]
You play too much
Now, if I get in trouble with them, I'm— I gotta live here and you don't
Don't be gettin' in it, you gon' get me in trouble
Get out the way

[Chorus]
You put the police on n***as, you like Craig and Day-Day
I gave that n***a weed back, that shit gave me a headache
N***a think he smokin' on 'za, that shit Wedding Cake
I don't fuck with dog, why he think he gettin' a handshake?
You got a plug, but you keep fallin' off, that's a damn shame
I done ran up so many bands, they think I'm BandGang
Bro was gettin' off with that— 'til the feds came
N***as get some money and change up, we is not the same

[Verse 1]
I'm sick wе gotta touch dog up, he went against the grain
You should see what thеse grown n***as do for some fuckin' fame
Bitch think I want some pussy from her, I just want the brain
You gon' try to move with the bitch like that n***a Caine
Johnny high as hell off them pills, them bitches man-made
The pussy wack as hell, she got a very good head game
I knew I hit dog, all I seen was a red stain
My lil' n***a cut with that blick, he need a Band-Aid
Your bitch came down, I beat her down in my man cave
That money go quick, on my mama, n***a, you better save
You signed a 360 rap deal, now your ass a slave
Dog a shooter, back then, that n***a used to wave
I'll bet everything in my pocket you can't duck this K
I'ma always be a gettin'-money n***a, bro, I'm stuck this way
Talkin' to myself, "Keep goin', don't never stomp your brakes"
I just sold a n***a a whole pound that was all shake
[Chorus]
You put the police on n***as, you like Craig and Day-Day
I gave that n***a weed back, that shit gave me a headache
N***a think he smokin' on 'za, that shit Wedding Cake
I don't fuck with dog, why he think he gettin' a handshake?
You got a plug, but you keep fallin' off, that's a damn shame
I done ran up so many bands, they think I'm BandGang
Bro was gettin' off with that— 'til the feds came
N***as get some money and change up, we is not the same

[Verse 2]
Told Loski stack that money up, fuck buyin' a chain
Shot so many shots, ain't hit nobody, you got bad aim
Two guns on me in the club, I feel like Max Payne
Fuck a bustdown, I'm thinkin' about goin' to buy a plane
Blew twenty bands out here travellin', hoppin' on planes
Walk down on 'em with the Drac', shoot 'em close range
I gave a fiend a dub the other day 'cause I ain't had change
Told this bitch I'm tryna fuck, fuck the talking stage