[Hook]

Gotta get mine the fast way
Quick money cash way, ski mask way
I treat today like my last day
I fuck a bitch from the back
She screaming mans name, gang way, gang way, gang way
I'm too good for my own good
We can all be bad thugs ay
Yo it's harder to show love
I realise now I've grown up
Big wap, big pack, big straps
Big bag'll have ya bitch mad

[Verse 1]

Big flicky or the big wap
I'm going sick mad
All I know is sick trap, sick trap, sick trap
I'm hitting missions and we did grafts
My life's been a bit mad
I was wanted as a youngin
Living life outta bin bags
21 in jail I'm on my 21 savage
No heart like a tinman
Cleaning up like the binman
Clean up clean up clean up
I've gotta clean up
I'm too young to sit down, I can't put my feet up
I just wanna smoke my weed, count racks and fuck a beat up
All the risks I had to take just to be up
Now I'm smilin' at the re-up
Meekz Manny G you know I fuck the T up
Take chances make choices
Pull up in some Rolls Royce's
Straight goals, stay gold
You know we got some great voices
Doing cemetery visits, can't remember these lyrics
Can't stop, won't stop and imma never be finished
Deezy died man that's a very deep lyric
Diamonds are forever, are you deepin' it
Even when we're dead they're still feeling it
Light change, light change, light change
Stack it up that's the mind frame
Gotta do what my mind says
I don't think I've got a heart left
If I do id probably choose to use my heart less
2 mill we've gotta chart next
Light work, light work, light work
Whip it right, i make the line twerk
Huh, get it how you live, that's a life perk
I've gotta get mine first
I tried getting it together
They either robbin', shottin' or mobbin'
Non-stoppin', get guap, next box and get gwoppin'
No flossin', gotta stack up the profits
Dirty money dough habits, i got no hobbies
Rap shit feels like the phone's poppin'
No stoppin', no stoppin' just get gwoppin'

Get guap next box just get gwoppin'
No flossin', gotta stack it up and save up the profits
Dirty money doe habits I got no hobbies
Rap shit feels like the phone's poppin', like the phone's poppin'
[Hook]
Gotta get mine the fast way
Quick money cash way, ski mask way
I treat today like my last day
I fuck a bitch from the back
She screaming mans name, gang way, gang way, gang way
I'm too good for my own good
We can all be bad thugs ay
Yo it's harder to show love
I realise now I've grown up
Big wap, big pack, big straps big bag'll have ya bitch mad

[Verse 2]

I gotta get mine the quick way, big cape, brick way until my wrist ache
Take chances never did hate
Always been great, good days bad days mad days bad days
All them cling days, jail turned me strange I never been ways
[unknown] Preston that's a pisstake
Had to move digital to get my shit straight
Big shit, hit shit, hit licks, nobody from my block did this
Rags to riches, straight business I smoke woods but I prefer rizlas