Riiiiiiiiide w em
I swear That nite I was ready to diiiiiiiie w em
I ain't really give no fuck
If the so called gangsters call the police on us
What the fuck do that make us

One week since our last touchdown
Whole team bread down
They asking me what I said now
I told bae put your little head down
They gon led down pullin up beside us in god I trust *
Young JFk riding round in a drop
Letem take a shot at my top
My chick ain't froze like no Jackio
Bet hoe fire back with my Glock
YEAH
Big ol bitch on the backseat
Plug try tax me Ain't shop w him since
He gettin pressure ain't moved as much since
He breathe down my neckHe his get lynched
Protect whats important the store
Thats your little angel dog thats my little whore
If you got a problem we go solve that problem
Motherfcuker we dont go go create more
Shake and bake w the meth bag
Flint town ain't no lab ain't no breaking bad
4 when I first got jabbed
10 first got stabbed
20 some when I first got blasted
I was showing my ass so they shot me in it
No tear drops got some homies in em
I put em in diamonds and hang em from chains dont tatt on my face man fuck all that
My chick letchu hit her from the back for a stack in the flat
Bed of my truck while im in it counting up
& I try and plug up a money counter up in the little lighter hook up blew it up
Told her if she try and judge me ima go across her face w the gavel like Zack did
Get you some stitches like wack did
Do you a 6 piece like black did
With the biscuits and dressin
Do they nose close (no)
Neither do my doors
When they mouf close
Thats when my house close
They gon smoke til the sun burn out
Come and shop psilocybin and molly rock run it up
Big flint stone truck full of the bedrock
Boi my line like when can we meet up
I been in the same sweat suit for the whole month
Run it up run it up
I ran up a tab w my shooter
I ran up a tab w my booster
I ran up a tab w my bitch
Only pay her so she dont think she my bitch
I ran up a tab w the plug
But I ain't run off bust a jug
I ain't ever say I was a thug
I guess the shoe fit
But I change my shoe like 3x a day
And right now im on my little artist shit
Boy I ain’t playin. 
Boi I’m at the day’s inn. 
Flippin grippin cuttin cookin chicken and im weighin.  
Cuz ain’t no one hand me none. 
I smuggle dog food crumbs in my mans man bun. 
Mamma like hun 
I’m like yes you rung ? 
She’s like hun I meant a hundred cuz I needs me some.  
I left 5 on the dresser cuz I needs no one. 
So clean that shit off your tongue 
Now she actin like she faked it 
Cuz im payin. 

I ran up a tab w my shooter
I ran up a tab w my booster
I ran up a tab w my bitch
I only pay her so she dont think she my bitch
Run it up
Do they nose close (no)
Neither do my doors
When they mouf close
Thats when my house close
They gon smoke til the sun burn out
Come and shop psilocybin and molly rock run it up

Roadrunnnin
Mo money mo money
Run it up x4
Riiiiiiiiide w em
I swear That nite I was ready to diiiiiiiie w em
I ain't really give no fuck
This year I made the streets cry
Next year I bleed em til they die
This is for ruin my life
This is for takin my wife
This is for Red Dog & Trife
This one for nutty north end D
This one for DAT
This one for MOB not the saying yeah the mob
Meril hood boys stay on they job
This one for Buddy and y’all

Riiiiiiiiide w em
I swear That nite I was ready to diiiiiiiie w em
I ain't really give no fuck
If the so called gangsters call the police on us
What the fuck do that make us