[Intro]
Go crazy, AG
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county

[Chorus]
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, ground me 'cause I ain't going in
Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I'm Jalen Ramsey
N***as said he robbin', but he ain't take a n***a yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snakе a n***a yet?
System hating 'cause I'm a rappеr, promoters looking for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a n***a now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a n***a head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a n***a head and up the amount

[Verse]
Soon as we fuck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count
N***as dissin', while they sittin’ at home safe, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I'm the same lil' n***a from the bricks, free Lil' Pat
In the game, I run with n***as who ain't a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a n***a told back
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
That's how they act when you get famous
Back against the ropes, don't trip, I got more rounds then Devin Haney
You fuckin' everybody, ain't it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to extort extorters, you the type to pay the fine
Fuck I look like buying a ho a AP? That's a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines
Two weeks, I done pressed zero on a cell phone like eighty times
Free the bros
[Chorus]
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, ground me 'cause I ain't going in
Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I'm Jalen Ramsey
N***as said he robbin', but he ain't take a n***a yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a n***a yet?
System hating 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters looking for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a n***a now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a n***a head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a n***a head and up the amount