[Intro]
Ayo Eli, what the fuck?!
A Lau on the beat

[Chorus]
Keep a bitch that match my fly
Your mans want a verse, I'ma tax that guy
I cannot lack, no lie, I be with n***as that let that fly
Heard he pillowing, talkin' to bitches, how can you trust that guy?
N***as pickin' and chosin' the rats, how can you let that slide?

[Verse 1]
Too drippy, I cannot cuff that, too mixxy
They move with me, 'cause everywhere I go I be too stichy, look
Run it back up, in like a month I blew fifty, uh
Run the racks up, Breezy and Boomer, match up
Got n***as bigger mad, AR in a different bag
These n***as ain't drippin' right, I got a different swag
Everyday pop a different tag, everyday I got different cash
They bring all they money out, that's all that was in your stash?
Opps write me in upper case, them n***as all cap
Just in case gotta slide any block, I be drippin' in all black
Mask on 'cause they all rats, but them n***as all lack
I don't sleep, I take all naps, boy I just did four flat

[Bridge]
Free the gang, they get hit with conspiracy
Boy nobody seeing me lyrically
They can't fuck with me, mentally, physically
But they tag him if that n***a mention me
G.I.P [?], they don't know what you meant to me
I wonder if that shit was meant to be, why you speakin' on shit that you lent to me?
Swear to God my son gon' be a better me
[Chorus]
Keep a bitch that match my fly
Your mans want a verse, I'ma tax that guy
I cannot lack, no lie, I be with n***as that let that fly
Heard he pillowing, talkin' to bitches, how can you trust that guy?
N***as pickin' and chosin' the rats, how can you let that slide?

[Verse 2]
We givin' out all smoke, my opps all broke
Them bullets be comin' too fast, better not be a slow-poke
Ten toes, I'ma be a stand up n***a, but I'm not no joke
I got aim, but I'll chase a n***a down, just to see that shit up close
AR never been no cap, don't got at least twenty in the crib, I'ma snap
Don't ask 'bout me speakin' on dead n***as 'cause you know I ain't taking it back
She ain't fuckin', I leave her on read, she tryna be low, so she hit me on Snap
I don't know how much times I'm gon' say this, I really get busy, I don't just rap

[Chorus]
Keep a bitch that match my fly
Your mans want a verse, I'ma tax that guy
I cannot lack, no lie, I be with n***as that let that fly
Heard he pillowing, talkin' to bitches, how can you trust that guy?
N***as pickin' and chosin' the rats, how can you let that slide?