[Intro: 800pts]
Yah

[Chorus: 800pts]
(Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, woah)
Rick, not no J's, fuck them Rick Jordan 1's (Huh, huh, yeah)
Backdoor the plug, twenty ounces of bud (Yeah)
[?] whole backdoor and throw y'all off (Off)
Switch made 'em ran, I mean switch made 'em run (Run)
Dropped out of school 'cause this shit all I love (Yeah, no cap)
Bitch for the gang, but you think she in love (Ah)
Blick in my hand, I think stick play is fun (Woah)

[Verse 1: 800pts]
Yeah, I don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout breesh (Breesh)
How you wife that bitch up? That lil' ho a treesh, uh (Treesh, woah)
That's your ho for twelve months until you pay the lease off (Yeah)
I was doggin' hoes, '24, now I'm leashed up (Slayed, woah)
Pack too strong, you could smell it when I walk past (That California)
Laugh 'cause all these boys could do is walk, can't run laps (Yeah)
Fuck everyone, stay by myself, put that in all caps, huh (Fuck 'еm)
Boy, yo' music don't sound good, go sign some job apps, huh

[Refrain: 800pts]
(Job applications, yeah)
Money countеr on the table, that bitch broke, threw too many hunnids through that bitch (Woah)
Big G17, seventeen rounds up in that bitch
I swear no one on this earth could hold me closer than these pills (Woo)
(But I wish it wasn't true)
Money counter on the table, that bitch broke, threw too many hunnids through that bitch
Big G17, seventeen rounds up in that bitch
I swear no one on this earth could hold me closer than these pills (Woo)
[Chorus: 800pts]
(Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, woah)
Rick, not no J's, fuck them Rick Jordan 1's (Huh, huh, yeah)
Backdoor the plug, twenty ounces of bud (Yeah)
[?] whole backdoor and throw y'all off (Off)
Switch made 'em ran, I mean switch made 'em run (Run)
Dropped out of school 'cause this shit all I love (Yeah, no cap)
Bitch for the gang, but you think she in love (Ah)
Blick in my hand, I think stick play is fun (Woah)

[Verse 2: Xanman$hawty & 800pts]
Big bag of green, I got a lot of dope to sell (Skip)
Count the blue and green, I got a lot of clientele, ho (Yeah)
Bitch with some attitude and too much to tell (Nah)
We used to success, deal them n***as some failures (Fail)
My new bitch make my old bitch jealous (Yeah)
You a hater n***a, lame n***a, I can feel it (Skip)
Poles in this bitch and they hittin' to the ceilings (Grrt this shit)
Ain't no broke in my circle, all you see is rich n***as (Yeah)
Bitch n***a get too close, hurt that pussy n***a feelings (Skip)
I was scrappin' 'bout some thousands, now I'm tryna touch a million (Skip)
Set up shop up on yo' block, heads pull up like a clan, bitch (Yeah)
What these n***as braggin' 'bout? We done already did it (Did that, did that)

[Outro: Xanman$hawty]
Yeah