[Intro]
(J, this shit too crazy)
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, man (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
What up, RJ? Alright

[Verse]
I know a n***a up a million off of PUA
Tryna clear this fake check on Big Beaver at the BOA
When the police got there, it was DOA
Oh, it wasn't produced by RJ? Throw the beat away
Two days down in the O, I made 60K
If you think I'm lyin', lock me up and throw the key away
Oh, you text me yesterday? I ain't see it, bae, I be off drank
I left John sittin' at the gas station,I know he gon' wait
I know this just a cherry Sprite, but it's exotic
Treat a bitch wrong, then blame her, I'm so toxic
Told my bitch all the hoes I fucked, I'm so honest
In the dopе game since I was thirteen, I'm so polished
I can't lеave the drank alone, I'm committed
My P.O. drug testin' me every month, I can't quit it
How the fuck you get a brick case acquitted?
Let me read your paperwork, I think you snitchin'
Million dollars cash, that's the goal, I'ma get it
Whether it's the studio or the kitchen
You be playin' in hoes' bootyholes, you kinda different
Pourin' Wock', think about the Act', man, I miss it
Take the panties off a pint, then kiss it
Take out a six, drink for free 'cause I hit it
You can name a random bitch in Flint, I bet I hit her
Ask the last sixty hoes I fucked did I kiss 'em?
Nope, bitch, I'm pimpin'
This my last cup of Wock', I gotta sip it
My last bitch broke my heart, I'm tryna fix it
Dropped a hundred in the crowd at the park, I don't know how I missed him
Used to want a Yachtmaster, now I want Richard Milles
Used to chase fast money, now I see the bigger picture
My n***a made a lil' 10K, now he a different n***a
Three-five in a 'Wood, you a Swisher hitter
Gucci hat, shirt, and belt cost me twelve hundred
Just popped up on 10K, I be smellin' money
Used to run it through the money counter, now we scalin' money
You ain't never got no pape', what, you scared of money?
I should hit you with a brick and let you sell it for me
Up a hundred K, still middle-mannin' plays for seven hundred
My n***a caught a body broad day, they threw a letter on him
My heart cold, you stop at Somerset, grab a sweater for me
Ghost shit, bitch, I'm still spendin' tether money
That ho shit ain't tolerated, I'll nail you for it
This four-fifth'll turn a n***a to a western omelette
Still tryna chase a hundred K, I need seven commas
Talkin' all that shit, but couldn't bond out, bond was seven thousand
You ever got a whole pint of Wock' for seven dollars?
Nine side hoes and two main bitches, I got eleven problems
Heard my opps ridin' with a Drac', I got a better chopper
I just bought a handgun that drop helicopters
"I think I got COVID," what I tell the doctor
He only try to give me an eight, I need a bigger bottle
It's wintertime, fuck a Moncler, let's go pistol shoppin'
Love when she suck the dick like that, it tickle kinda
If I waste this whole sixteen of Tech, I'ma lick the pint up
If we get flicked ridin' through the O, I'ma kill the driver
Naw, I can't do that, it's some pills inside her
Sent dog a text, I need my money Monday, that's a bill reminder
Headshot from the FN, his brains look like spilled lasagna
Dog was trollin' on the internet and got killed for typin'
I just had to tell Butter I can dance better
But right now I can't do that one dance 'cause my pants heavy
I don't wanna rap no more, I'm a gram presser
Two bricks of straight drop, you a gram seller (J, this shit too crazy)
The pill machine broke, almost had to hand press it (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)