[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Fill my cu-up in the studio and I barely could walk
Double R bus and I barely could talk
Up in the telly, got plenty of hoes
Beam on the Smith n I aim for ya nose
750, I pay the amount
You keep on hiding, we killin' your dawg (Shhh)
Creep up I'm takin' him off
Call up a thotty when I'm in the south (Shhhh)
Screamin' "I got it too loud!"
Cheat on my bitch everyday of the week (HA)
She think I'm holdin it down
Fold on your partner, you can't come around
Outside be white, but the inside is brown

[Verse 1]
I gotta keep it real with you, I know you ain't in the field n***a
But my lil wodie gon' still get you
Brodie got caught with a kill switch
Still waitin' for an appeal n***a
I made a hit and I'm still lit
Half you n***as fell off, huh I'm sick (Huh huh)
Look at my wrist, wait, fuck that, look at my bitch, yeah
Been in the pot, and I'm whippin', my boy in the kitchеn, he whippin' them bricks (Yeah)
Ox' 10 it turn to a fifty, a fifty, a hunnid, I ball likе the Knicks (Yeah)
She want to come to my city it's up, it's litty, she look at my wrist
Bitch, yeah, look at my wrist, what, fuck, look at my wrist (Yeah)
My brother caught him a body, I caught [?] we 100 degrees
Freak ho', leak like the water, what the fuck?, this bitch a fish (Yeah)
Lil' n***a want him a pass?, what the fuck?, end his shit
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Fill my cu-up in the studio and I barely could walk
Double R bus and I barely could talk
Up in the telly, got plenty of hoes
Beam on the Smith n I aim for ya nose
750, I pay the amount
You keep on hiding, we killin' your dawg (Shhh)
Creep up I'm takin' him off
Call up a thotty when I'm in the south (Shhhh)
Screamin' "I got it too loud!"
Cheat on my bitch everyday of the week (HA)
She think I'm holdin it down
Fold on your partner, you can't come around
Outside be white, but the inside is brown

[Verse 2]
(Yeah, yeah)
N***a ain't' nun, n***a ain't' never on nun
Brand new money, and I got a brand new bust'
Shit gon' shine like the sun
I'm number one, all these n***as my sons, yeah these n***as my sons
My n***a fucked up in the head, he tryna catch him a lung, he tryna catch him a liver, and he a felon, how the fuck he got a gun?
And I'm stupid up, fuckin wit' these petty bitches, done
Liquid heroine in my liver, probably won't see 21
You want war? You want beef? (Hm), cocaine
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Fill my cu-up in the studio and I barely could walk
Double R bus and I barely could talk
Up in the telly, got plenty of hoes
Beam on the Smith n I aim for ya nose
750, I pay the amount
You keep on hiding, we killin' your dawg (Shhh)
Creep up I'm takin' him off
Call up a thotty when I'm in the south (Shhhh)
Screamin' "I got it too loud!"
Cheat on my bitch everyday of the week (HA)
She think I'm holdin it down
Fold on your partner, you can't come around
Outside be white, but the inside is brown