[Intro]
Young and turnt
Hey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'
Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)
Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah
Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)
N***a, what the fuck is you on? (What you on?)
Yeah, turn it up

[Verse]
Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag
Why move to the A? It's closer to the Nash'
I been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah
Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed
I seen him snort a whole half of— like I'm greedy
Fell out with my best friend over six grams
Now I ain't got a best man but I got fans
Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid
I just did five hunnid, bitch, this summer
So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em
Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper
My n***a got a dark cloud over his soul
We all arrested, n***as fuckin' our hoes
He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, "I kinda feel"
Me, I fly bad bitch out still
Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten
She say I fucker her friend, I mean, I prolly did
And I don't feel bad, my n***a, I gotta live
Turn that switch on, what kinda lame shit that n***a bitch on
Free my n***a Act', he shoulda been home
Won't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it
Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it
Took her to the set, blew a ten on her
That's your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her
It get deeper
Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers
Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners
Get your shit pushed back, n***a, we been cookin' rap n***as
King of West city, bitch, I been took that n***a
I ain't finessed the city out of shit, n***a, I got fire
Range truck, Caddy, n***a whatever, I'll buy it