[Intro]
Ooh, Sav killed it
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
Aight

[Verse]
I ain't gotta lie to y'all, I'ma speak the truth
Call the drank plug, tell him "I'm seekin' juice"
He had a pint, I bought fourteen, let him keep a deuce
Made a legal two hundred on house arrest, it's unbelievable
Just set a goal you wanna reach, it's achievable
Bitch, you better feel special if I sleep with you
Pop up out a n***a trashcan like "Peek-a-boo"
Yellow Trans-am with black stripes, look like Pikachu
Don't tell me if them other n***as hatin', that's what people do
He was the first to shoot, got jammed and told, it's believable
I'm toxic, tell every bitch I fuck "I wanna be with you"
The sex boring, I'm tryna try some new shit, let me pee on you
Money make the world go 'round, time never mattered
Took a plea for five, I ain't wanna tell, the time never mattered
Yeah, I see you got a cute bitch, but mine's even badder
I see you got a roll, but I got on Girbauds, mine even fatter
You call me with the pills, ain't gotta run, I told Peezy grab 'em
I'm bringin' trap back, talkin' 'bout crack, they think Jeezy rappin'
But the bricks ain't seventeen-five no more
My bitch blew it tryna argue, I'm not even high no more
I just drunk my whole pint and I can't even find no more
Bought a brick and cut the wings off, it can't even fly no more
My bitch think she Aaliyah, I let her ride the boat
Four funerals in one month, I can't cry no more
Take four percocets, they relieve the stress
Money don't matter, I know some millionaires that's depressed
N***a said I can't hit his bitch, that's a bet
Hold on, the motor in the back of the car, that's a Vette?
Yeah, it's a C8, it's a 2020
I got all these racks from shit talking, this ain't funny money
Girl, them n***as buy the whole bar, they got MONEY money
That's what the hoes say, we walked in Truth with a hundred on us
Monkey nuts on the PLR, it's a hundred on it
You wanna find the pills I just stuffed? Cut her stomach open
Mix the wockhardt with the red, that's a different potion
All the hoes I fuck call me Willis, I be different stroking
When lil bro ain't have no bread I threw a biscuit on him
Tape two thirty clips together, it's a sixty on it
I'm still shocked the way she suck dick, she left a hickey on it
This an SRT Durango, I spent fifty on it
I'on just be shit talking, I'm a vocalist
Morton Grove or Akorn Hi-Tech, I don't want no Tris
She steady on my head tryna fuck, I don't want your bitch
Riding with a Glock, the police get behind me, I'ma throw this bitch
I know she got some good pussy, 'cause her shoulders big
Said I was done with this pint, I'ma open it
I got a pretty bitch with a fat ass, she lotion thick
Bitch, I feel like EastSide 80's I want this shit