[Intro]
Ayo, I see shit like, like Ray Charles saw shit
Exactly, I don't see you n***as at all, right
Maybach Music!
Ah

[Verse 1]
It's that skinny motherfucker
Started flipping boy, now the [?] when I'm fucking
I just flip a coin like my kush a little greener, yack a lil' browner
One night I'm gone come home, they gon' have the trap surrounded
I'm still fucking with that premo, I whip it up and she won't
She crush it with a quarter, then she sniff it through a C-note
I'm fucking with that diesel, a cold trapaholic
Ain't sign a n***a yet, so a key might be my calling
I'm still programmed to balling, I do it for my n***as
With them yams, whip em harder than 'em sands [?]
Bought a shooter for my choppa, my goons get to shooting
I got contracts, I'm a motherfucking Mark Cuban
First I fuck her then I skate on that, money we don't wait on that
And I got a plug, we don't touch it, unless it's tape on that
And my money good, so the bag got some weight on that
Hall of Fame whip game, I should sign my name on that

[Pause]
Yeah
I'm back n***a, look
N***as talking like, I ain't been there twice and on my way again
You dig? hahaha
Let's go
Uh
[Verse 2]
They want me to fold, I'm like never, the champ
That choppa so long, I call it Kevin Durant
I sat on that paper, but never the bench
Keep a brizzy in the digi that measuring bricks
Smoking on a hunnid, my goons holding shots
They talking yola, nah, they just whipping soda pop
Ask around the city, n***a, I might let you hold the block
And it's just my usual, cocaine musico
Couple racks, sure, guess you could buy a 30
I'm riding dirty while I'm listening to Ryan Dirty
My plug take too long, I gotta buy 'em early
Closet full of ratchets, I like to buy 'em dirty
Let's not debate on that, I can put some cake on that
500 grams rock solid, ain't no shake on that
Used to owe my plug, but he told me that we straight on that
He give me that work, I'm gon' need about a day on that