[Verse 1: J4yDiZz1e]

What's good? All of my n***as that's still in the hood today
Maybe just maybe, N***as there might be
A pay coming your way

Riding in the City, Going Hundred Fifty, On the Boulevard
I'm too lit. Coming cross the country, with a note saying, I don't give two shits

I'll tell you one thing, I'll tell him another thing, then I tell them another thing, and see that's how the hotline bling's

That's just how it goes, I'm straight on the road, in the coupe with two hoes, Then running from the Op's with my woes

Let's go

I don't really understand, but I used to get called Blackie
Fuck that name though, it made me seem like, I was someones, fucking lackie

And I ain't a lacking n***a I ain't lacking, I'll tell n***as to come pop-up. Then again n***as, think that I'm playing, before I roll up

The fuck's that supposed to mean? You obviously don't think that I'm serious n***a. N***a I've been smoking on that good loud that makes it to where, I'm delirious

I don't even know what the fuck you're saying n***a speak up, a little louder, I just made two hits back to back and it only took me about a half an hour

(Not even Sixty Minutes)