(Chorus)
If I said fuck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it

(Verse 1)
I know they see me ballin, rappin, taking all these bitches tryna call me
Remember when they never saw me
Now I’m gettin bread like Arby’s
Back at work and hit them twos and fews it ain’t satisfaction
[?] Wit this rap shit
Shit get tragic n***a fuck this rappin
I’m in my bag
I took a loss and had to get back
Came from the trenches flyin first class
She tryna fuck a n***a wit the cash
Ain’t got shit to add, lil shawty she bad
Real n***a chemistry, I’m boutta shit on my enemies, ain’t got no fear in me
I know they envy me
I spilled the drip now it’s slippery
[?]
I know some n***as that hate on the movement
They don’t be nothing just to stop a n***a
Cause they know I’m really boutta pop a n***a
I ain’t stoppin n***a til they drop a n***a
N***as ain’t know how we comin
Phone was ringing the trap goin bonkers
Came a long way now the paper stay comin
We doin numbers [?]
(Chorus)
If I said fuck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it

(Verse 2)
Aw shit, aw shit, we sellin raw shit
Got 50s on guns and we puttin a body on em
We on some law shit
These n***as some bitches I figured that out quick, in the streets I’m the topic
A n***a was down but I got out that drought quick
Fill a opp up wit hot shit
You used to be cool you used to aight
Now you a pussy though
I slid through your hood and I let off some shots
I don’t think you was lookin though
Couple bands in my pants they get spent on a sack
I rollin up woods and pouring up act
N***as get boxed so I’m totin my strap
Lil n***a relax for this Glock get you wacked N***as get money to cover they image
I’m real n***a livin I’m countin my spendings
Came from the trenches, made lanes for the trenches
Don’t test me cause I’ll blow your brains in the trenches
Dope in my pocket that lil hoe keep lookin at me
[?]
I ran up a check now a young n***a really have it
I rap but I’m really trappin
(Chorus)
If I said fuck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it