[Chorus]
They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up
You ain't talkin' bout no bag, I won't even pick the phone up
Yeah, this lil' bitch love the kid, but I don't even want her
Young n***a, kid, this shit too real, I ain't even write this song up
I been breakin' bitches' hearts, my n***as in here Chromed up
Got your bitch down on her knees, she in here givin' dome up
N***a, you got lil' boy pape', but all my pockets grown up
And my wrist the frozest, and my bitch the coldest

[Verse]
I don't even got to say that I'm the goat these n***as know this
All these n***as keep on tryna steal my swag they takin' notes and shit
I just jumped up on this beat and snapped the kid ain't even wrote this shit
Reach in my pocket and pull out a stack now yo bitch givin' throat and shit
You get money and yo own n***as switchin' on you, that's just how it is
All these n***as be my sons they actin' out I don't got time for kids
If that bitch a baddy with a fatty then I might just hit
She just ate me up and the whole gang just told me ice her wrist
Fuck nah, all my n***as up now
100s in my pocket this shits older than yo grandpa
Baby you can look but please don't take pics, keep yo hand off
Tell them boys dont trap
Bro gotta touch it, its a standoff
It's like (Fff) lay that fan off
This lil bitch a fan now
This bitch gon walk straight into my room and rip her pants off
Get a rapper bitch just for the night she tryna stay now
If they try some, have to show my bro gon give them stage frights
Lil n***a we get bands for these shows
Fuckin' fans with the bros
Ice on my head shit's so cold, we ain't going broke no more
He cuffed a hoe he broke the code
Young n***a dripped out heat to toe
I can't be lovin' on these hoes, but I love this money tho
This lil n***a broke as a joke, boy you funny bro
In the stu all night ain't leavin' till it's sunny hoe
I just did a show I need my 100s n***a run me tho
How the fuck did you go broke lil boy where did yo money go? (On gang)
How the fuck I'm shittin' on these kids I ain't even tryin' to
My bro keep pourin' green all in his cup yea he a slimy dude
Go and hit the road and run it up, is that a time or two?
Man I got two bad bitches tryna fuck I don't know what to do
I ain't even stealin' n***as swag gon leave that up to you
Come get yo bitch this lil hoe actin' lame she prolly fond of you
Man these n***as don't know how to play the game man, I guess I gotta teach em
Youngest finna go hit Johnny Dang that's what that money do
Just look at my chain that's what that money do
Them 20s, 50s, and a fuckin' 100s what I'm runnin' through
Why all these n***as speakin' on the kid y'all don'y got none to do
I go so many bad bitches on my dick I don't know who to choose
Remember they was sleepin' on the kid, lil bitch you snooze you loose
I'm tryna find a way straight to the blues I'm lookin for the clues
On gang man, you n***as needa stop chasin' these hoes and start chasin' a bag
Yo bitch prolly in a Honda my bitch in a coupe
[Chorus]
They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up
You ain't talkin' bout no bag, I won't even pick the phone up
Yeah, this lil' bitch love the kid, but I don't even want her
Young n***a, kid, this shit too real, I ain't even write this song up
I been breakin' bitches' hearts, my n***as in here Chromed up
Got your bitch down on her knees, she in here givin' dome up
N***a, you got lil' boy pape', but all my pockets grown up
And my wrist the frozest, and my bitch the coldest