[Intro]
Yeah, no hook, part one bitch

[Verse]
Gettin' money, gettin' green just like some artichokes (artichokes)
Servin' all the gas, I got the percs and white boy got the coke
Lookin' at my wrist, (yeah) look like I'm drownin', like my water broke (yeah)
Bitches tryna ride my wave, they need to find another boat (yeah yeah)
I don't fuck with bitches 'cause they dirty and they hella broke (bitch you broke)
Roll 'em up just like a wood, you know I'm havin' all the smoke
Bitches wanna be me but they can't, I got that antidote
Graduated from the streets, you know I made the honor roll
Can't come to the trap if you ain't movin' no dope (no dope)
And don't try to come for gang 'cause we gon' kick down your door (brrah brrah)
I ain't never been pussy, I ain't scared of no ho (what you mean?)
We been rubbin' off the paint and we bounce out with them fours
You keep talkin' all that shit and we gon' knock off your dome
Everybody claim they blood but ain't nobody pay home (brakk!)
What's brackin' lil bitch, don't ever dap me with your left hand
Ain't talkin' 'bout no money then I'm actin' like a deaf man (I can't hear you)
Don't play with your life 'cause you might just end up dead man (yuh)
I'ma take your boyfriend and I'm actin' like his best friend (bitch I might)
I'm from the south, where shit do get Jurassic
Said he from the streets but we all know that he cappin' (yeah yeah)
Bitch you ain't no shooter so please stop with all that actin'
How you hittin' licks without no strap because you lackin' (ha!)
Run up in your shit and up the pole like we in Magic
I put that on the set that this shit gon' end up tragic (brrah brrah)
Wipe you off the map and call my shooter, let you have it
Pull up on your block but I know you don't want no static (you don't want no static!)
Pieces hittin' in the apple, I ain't Milly but I rock (but I rock)
Ain't gon' argue with no bitch, I'ma just let these choppers talk (brrah)
You been blowin' up my phone but that shit gon' get you blocked (bitch you blocked)
I ain't fuckin' with no rats and I ain't talkin' to no cops (hell nah)
And my gang up out the walls, we really missin' Manu block (free [?])
When I'm out there in LA you know I love to drop the top
I ain't never been a fan, don't give a fuck about your feelings ('bout yo feelings)
You can call me Sosa, bitch I'm really with the drilling (brrah brrah)
Gon' end up on a shirt with all that lying and pretending (pretending)
Bitches want some dick and I'm just tryna make a million (I want this money)