[Intro]
We only sell poppy seeds
Wish a n***a w—
And yeah, we got Marc in this bitch, n***a
This shit legendary, n***a
Oh yeah, “Legendary” just went Platinum too though, like
And it went Gold first though, like
We goin' ten times though, this shit just the beginning

[Verse]
N***a, give me five years, I'm up a hundred M's
Kick a n***a head in in some Butter Timbs
But they was Louis V with the Monogram
N***a, put it on the scale, that is not a gram
Left a brick in the cold and it got a tan
Ten thousand for some Levi's cotton pants, with the crosses on 'em, bitch, these Chrome Hearts
Bitch said shе love me, I ain't say shit, I got a cold heart
I'm finna show you two M's whеn my phone charge
I was just in the feds, havin' Freeze buy phone cards, n***a
Now I'm back to it
Come on bullshit and get whacked, stupid
Five days home, got the bag movin'
'Member callin' Bud, askin' bring a nickel bag to me
Back in 2017, I was a crash dummy
Thirty racks in blues, but this Cass money
N***a, I got my son money
Take ten thousand back, that's his gun money
You wanna do a tape with me? Give me one hundred
Told him throw the bag to me and he pump punted
Ghazi just called, he got something for me
All pink fifties on me, I got punk money
I got gay money, I got straight money
N***a, I was spendin' Drake money
I'm only gon' come outside you got pape' for me
Bitch ass kinda fat, but her face ugly
KB on some bullshit, he threw a K to me, but I caught it
Shouldn't have took them five years, should've fought it
IRS just called tryna do a audit
They don't even know I spent all the dog shit
We got a thousand rounds on us, we at Paul's shit, n***a
On Clio Road
Just told my bitch, "Don't lie no more"
Then the bitch lied again, okay, she gotta go
Another n***a died again, call it adiós
With some slime n***as that'll wipe your nose
You got on trash bag pants, I don't like your clothes
I just had to tell my bitch, "I'll fight your Rose”
I'm goin' to get a platinum presi', all I used to buy is Rolls, n***a
And I ain't really buy gold
I need a Perc' 30 right now, where Michael?
Don't jump in the beef , 'cause you'll die too
I just had to tell Dugg I'm one up, now he five-two
Bitch, I'm a gangsta, but I cry too
I got ten racks on me, tryna buy shoes, one pair
Ain't pullin' up to your stu' 'less a gun there
Can't believe they shot my house up while my son there
Then I cussed Ju out, "You got a gun in here?", I'm on pre-trial
Bitch pussy so wet, I need three towels
Brought a 25V supercharged, twenty-three miles
Yeah, ain't nobody drove it yet
You still got your Track', ain't nobody stole it yet?
Bought my bitch a Range Rover and she totaled it
We back to Highs, had to get her some lil' lower shit