[Chorus: rexv2]
Ain't you tired of being broke, n***a?
For my slimes show 'em we got hope, n***a
Some my guys still get you poked, n***a
Some my guys still pushing dope, n***a
Chop him, wrap him like a rope, n***a
Hit his spine, back, hit the folks, n***a
Now these bitches wanna talk, n***a
Ima slide back get that throat, n***a
Pockets blue I'm not no LOC, n***a
You ain't got it n***as gotta cope, n***a
I can't fuck on none these hoes, n***a
Swear to god ain't never heard of [?], n***a
Not my gang so I can't joke with ya
I don't do handouts, no, n***a
Touching money this that four figures
I got two guns still having four triggers
Smell the money got my nose bigger
You ain't got none that's what you chose n***a
These bullets these wet up doors n***a
Smoking top floor blowing O's n***a
[?] geek with the bros n***a
Twin slat, my slime, kick in your door n***a

[Verse 1: rexv2]
Bitch cheated so I went got my bands up
I'm at Neiman's [?]
I'm just geekin', I get high, I can't stand up
N***as tweaking always crying bro man up
I feel bad your brother died I'm like damn bruh
Nah I'm playing I'm the guy got him blammed up
He was laid in seconds after he ran up
N***as waiting to get fly get your bands up
Any day I go outside gotta that shit on
Net talking while your brother got hit on
N***as garbage always tryna get put on
Neck talking that's that shit got my foot on
In my DM's, pussy shit n***a get on
They ain't tryna beef the kid they get shit on
Valentina and I'm tryna get [?]
Shut down Neiman's when I threw this lil fit on
[Verse 2: Slump6s]
(Aye)
I got major labels tryna call me
Now they saying I'm talking that shit
Got a crib in AZ and New York, going back and forth
N***a I'm taking them trips
Being fake ain't worth talking that real shit bitch
I'm really real I get paid for events
Where I'm from it ain't to many n***as that made it out
So, bitch, I'm happy I did (Let's go)
See n***as try bite when I reach out my hand
Put my twin nem in play that's my mans (C'mon)
Got rich at 16, now I'm only 19 me and gang taking trips out to France (Let's do it)
It's a lot on my mind that I ain't tryna think about
Come see this shit from my lens
I got love for my n***as that see through that fake shit
They talk on me like it's a trend (Aye, no cap)
Tell that boy get his quality up, I ain't one to be lacking, I'm standing on ten
I'm the one that started this shit for these n***as, so only I say what it is
Been the one since I came out the womb and they know that they just freed [?] I'm glad to have my bro back
Bitch don"t love me she only love the bankroll now A&R's flooding my shit
I got a big bag to my name but I couldn't let it sit had to find how to double that shit
I said shoutout my momma cuz every time she couldn't make it work she cooked up double the shifts (shout out my momma)
I don't fuck with no drama, I leave it behind me your bitch on my line tryna fuck with the kid
Its a lot of shit I don't try bring to the light but y'all dumb n***as talking be funding the kid
[Chorus: rexv2]
Ain't you tired of being broke, n***a?
For my slimes show 'em we got hope, n***a
Some my guys still get you poked, n***a
Some my guys still pushing dope, n***a
Chop him, wrap him like a rope, n***a
Hit his spine, back, hit the folks, n***a
Now these bitches wanna talk, n***a
Ima slide back get that throat, n***a
Pockets blue I'm not no LOC, n***a
You ain't got it n***as gotta cope, n***a
I can't fuck on none these hoes, n***a
Swear to god ain't never heard of [?], n***a
Not my gang so I can't joke with ya
I don't do handouts, no, n***a
Touching money this that four figures
I got two guns still having four triggers
Smell the money got my nose bigger
You ain't got none that's what you chose n***a
These bullets these wet up doors n***a
Smoking top floor blowing O's n***a
[?] geek with the bros n***a
Twin slat, my slime, kick in your door n***a