[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
No cap in my rap, n***a
When I rap, n***a
I'm so fucked up, I'll probably be strapped with—
I'll probably still fuck, alright
I might pull up with a strap on me

[Verse 1]
Twenty thousand dollars and some Act' on me
And I don't smoke weed, I got a Black on me
I really wanna prove a point, I wanna smack somethin'
Half a M, I got a knick-knack on me
Two sticks and a Glock, I got a Kit Kat on me
You wanna go out to eat with Bud? That's my fat cousin
And he funnier than a bitch, but he'll smack for me
And this was way before I even had money
Yeah, she pretty in the face, but got a bad structure
We just walked in Blue Flame, leave the tab open
Every timе I see a mall, I gotta grab somethin'
But I'm only Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga, I nevеr had nothin'
Thirty ain't work, who got a Lortab for me?
I been movin' all day like a cab service
N***a stole the zip, we put a slab on him
But it ain't really 'bout the pape', I never had nothin'
You gotta hit me with that face 'cause why you got a pad on you?
Like, why you pull up knowin' damn well your ass bloody?
Hit a stripper Sunday night, caught crabs Monday
[Interlude]
I gotta stop that shit, man, like, that shit really don't be cool

[Verse 2]
I'm out in L.A., who got a bag for me?
You ain't really rich for real if your stash money
Who got another crib? I'm tryna grab somethin'
That bitch ass look real, that's why I grabbed on it
But her feet was kind of big, so I passed on her
Told you 'bout shootin' with Sosa, he'll pass on you
I know some n***as in the feds been sittin' so long they ass hurtin'
I know a doctor who'll write a kid 'script, bro, this Cass purple
Just know I'm BP if I upload a turtle shell
He drunk so much green, they done sent him to a turtle jail
Hustle, I just made a hamburger sale
Your baby daddy should've did that, he the burger man
Most n***as can't even write in cursive well
He done signed the contact, this n***a dumb as hell
Pull up to the trenches, ask 'em, "Who got a gun for sale?"
I did forty-four months 'cause I ain't wanna tell
His lil' ass couldn't even do a month in jail
Who got some real weed? This got another smell
I'm tired of people askin' why my cousin tell
I hope that n***a go to jail and don't get none of his mail
Bitch, I'm legit, I don't run from 12
In my TRX, not a striker, I paid one-twelve
KB beat the n***a ass, then his gun fell
Mike picked it up, dropped a dozen shells
I got confidence, I'll punch in Wells
They'll give you a half of million, all blues, that's why I fuck with Wells
I bought my cars from the dealership, I don't fuck with Sam
Like, how y'all give me forty-four months for a couple grams?