[Verse 1]
Try to get up out the hood
Ain't none changed I'm still a project baby
Can't switch for cheese
I know we different 'cause my momma raised me
Slagging nines and banging sticks
To deep in the streets don't try to save me
If I close my eyes and turn my back
I bet these n***as snack me
Come around the hood
Bunch of thuggas strapped up like the navy's
I was showing, had to cut some
Friends 'cause they moving shady
Ran off on the plug
Did him dirty he got counterfeited
Better not run your mouth
And point a finger like your partner did it
Been through the worst and dark nights
But no I'm counting digits
She hold her purse
I got my strap in case a n***a want it
Fuck my ex she keep calling me
Like baby sorry
Tell me how I turned a target
Just 'cause I'm an artist
These hundreds all up in my pockets
I don't need a wallet
And I don't make no problems
But my n***as always solve it
To be honest you ain't finna finish
What you fuckin' started
I gave her anything she want
But I ain't finna promise

[Chorus]
She get freaky, she get strippy
'Cause I'm worth a couple racks
Couple diamonds in my chest
I might just leave with her like that, yeah, yeah
And she get freaky in the back, yeah
I change the sheets and move on to the next, yeah
And she came here with a friend yeah
We turn up like the weekend every night, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Paranoia got me geeking
Put my team on it
She said that she was gon' ride
I put some wheels on it
Know some n***as that would kill and
Do a bid for me, yeah
But I rather put some tints on me
Pull up back to back
I got some shooter that got my back
And my n***as in the cell and I hope
He make it back
I just woke up in the hood
Can't waste no time gotta get that strap
Know my ops they want me whacked
But I ain't going out like that
And my brodie did a couple years
But he finally made it back
Took my brother like the other day
And We finally got them whacked
In these streets they got us struggling
I had to walk down with my pack
Got a youngin and I love him
Tried to tell him don't sell no crack
Got some n***as whipping
Shocking making traps do jumping jacks
Finesse the plug
He tried to tell me where my money at?
Don't worry about it n***a 'cause I'm where that money at
Your bitch she all up on me and I guess I'm flirting back
[Chorus]
She get freaky, she get strippy
'Cause I'm worth a couple racks
Couple diamonds in my chest
I might just leave with her like that, yeah, yeah
And she get freaky in the back, yeah
I change the sheets and move on to the next, yeah
And she came here with a friend yeah
We turn up like the weekend every night, yeah, yeah