[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Lorenz, don't stop)
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: Krimelife Ca$$]
Ayy, married to the money, I don't never plan on breakin' up
Trappin' in my sleep, make it back before I'm wakin' up
Pack came in, break it down and then I weigh it up
I don't even try to brush my teeth before I face a blunt
Snakes in the grass, keep it cut, know they fake as fuck
Broke bitch, I ain't tryna fuck if we can't make a buck
Any n***a speakin' down on me, he probably made it up
N***as walk around with bodyguards like they safe enough
Ayy, 40 like a can, no graffiti when we spray it up
They be talkin' all this money talk, but they don't make enough
Ayy, dick up in her mouth like some bubblegum
Hit him in his tummy, now that n***a got the bubble guts
I be really trappin' on the block 'til the sun is up
Every time I get another bag, I make it double up
Every time I see another pint, I grab a double cup
Ayy, ayy, ayy, n***a, run it up
Get up off your ass and get a bag, you ain't done enough
All my opps sweet like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
Walk inside a club, bitch purse where my gun is tucked
5'5, lil' pretty face with the bubble butt
Five-five bullets get to punchin', we don't knuckle up
I just poured a six in a deuce, that's a muddy cup
Why these n***as flexin' on the 'Gram? Get your money up
You ain't really eatin', boy, you just got a tummy tuck, ayy
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Ayy, just to let you know, this car is stolen, you better buckle up
2022 'Vette, don't pop the back, the trunk is in the front
Slug rounds in the sawed-off pump look like a fuckin' monk
One-point-two million streams, I got that in a month
What's so crazy about it, I got all that shit off Apple Music
All backshots, fuck the sense out her, now she actin' stupid
Paid both the opps to kill each other, I ain't even have to do it
The chop had you backin' up 'cause you ain't put your back into it
Y'all internet gangsters, finna take you to a shooting class
If I sign to a label, want my advance in a Louis bag
On the Northside sellin' footballs bigger than Stewie ass
I want three hundred a pint, you want a line? N***a, do the math
The reason I took off a little faster, I got a different cadence
Kriss Vector raise his soul up and make him feel like Kanan
Bought a beam for when I drink lean and I don't feel like aimin'
Bro put some weight on me, I got it off 'cause I didn't feel like stranglin'
It been ten years since you started rappin', put it on a hanger
That one button that make it automatic, I put it on my banger
I got a nina, call that bitch Tina 'cause it's always singin'
I got Square, want a feature? Tap my phone for a payment

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
It's with an X, n***a
Fxce