[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse]
I love to see my n***as with some money, it get me motivated
I don't like to serve my lil' cousin 'cause he so damn janky
I remember I was fucked up, my lil' brother saved me
You would think I'm signed to Babyface 'cause I'm so damn wavy
The way I'm finna ball on these n***as, I feel like Tracy McGrady
Luc' got a fiend on the south look like Slim Shady
Bro got big B's on his feet, cost ten-eighty
I know my n***a head fucked up, he a Flint baby
A hundred shots in this ARP, I'll let you hold eighty
Thirty-five shots in this Glock, do you know KD?
I need a cleanin' crew, where Scats? Let me call AD
N***a gettin' rowdy, chopstick make him take a seat
A n***a think he gettin' a free song, I make him pay a fee
N***a, you don't get no fuckin' pussy, gotta pay a fee
Ganja Gods got some 'za in, that shit smell like feet
Them bullets got drank in that shit, he got put to sleep
I got the head from this bitch and went straight to sleep
I'm mad my bitch ain't cook nothin', I ain't got nothin' to eat
N***as treat the money like it's nothin', that shit somethin' to me
I'm out in Cali buyin' 'bows, I used to buy beats
I got the drop on your crib like Uber Eats
Fuck a bitch every other day, I gotta change my sheets
My lil' n***a make diss songs and got rich off beef
I just bought a whole lot of 'bows, I'm finna break it down
I let my lil' cousin run the spot when I'm out of town
Dog got hit with a TEC 'cause he so damn foul
You see a flash or a red dot, you better hit the ground
I'm finna book an Airbnb, only freaks allowed
The police pulled me over, asked me why my weed so loud
That n***a snitched on his mans like Nino Brown
I'm the king of shit-talkin', I don't need no crown
Dog got smacked the fuck up for talkin' down
Fucked the bitch, made her pussy squirt, I need a towel
Bitch sucked the dick sloppy, I need a towel
N***a want beef, I eat steaks, I be killin' cows
I be pourin' fours in my pop when I'm feelin' down
Bro seen the opps from the stage, almost shot the crowd
N***as rap on Gramz type beats, tryna steal the sound
They ain't seen dog in a week, he in the lost and found
Madman put hands on n***as, he'll beat you down