[Intro]
Okay, let go (Ayy, CGM, where you at?)
Yeah, uh
Ooh (ZaySkillz)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta walk with a .9
I can not go out, gotta lotta money, and alot on the line (Huh)
I got alot on my mind
N***as don't want me to shine
[?], now she callin' my line
The way that she hittin' me up, I can't stand ho'
You n***a be faker, the fuck, I can't stand up
I'm buyin' that bitch a new butt, huh
That's a bankroll (Huh)
My n***a, they sippin' on mud, they seein' the angels

[Verse]
Ain't care 'bout that bitch, she a slut
Hoppin' in a 'Rango
My n***as they pullin' up (Yeah)
They don't gotta aim though
Y'all n***as don't do enough
I'm puttin' in pain for it
Y'all n***as not foolin' us
Y'all really be [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Pussy, said he finna knock me off
Okay n***a, then do it
Money talk, bitch, I'm flowin'
Bitch, I got influence
Stay with straps, like a post it
N***a be on that bullshit
Fuck a half, bitch I'm buyin' the full shit
At the crib, still gotta movе in
I got real n***as in my circle
You got fake n***as in thе stu' with you
Gas, same color, purple
Yeah, my blunt got nothin' to do with you
N***as tryna take off my plate, and that's what I couldn't eat my food with them
My brother, yeah, he ride around with a tool with him
I'm in LA, fuckin' with some twins
Yeah, I'm fuckin' two of them
My n***as out the way, n***a, we ain't cool with them
I'm gettin' racks, so boy what you say? [?]
[Chorus]
I gotta walk with a .9
I can not go out, gotta lotta money, and alot on the line (Huh)
I got alot on my mind
N***as don't want me to shine
[?], now she callin' my line
The way she hittin' me up, I can't stand ho'
You n***a be faker, the fuck, I can't stand up
I'm buyin' that bitch a new butt, huh
That's a bankroll (Huh)
My n***a, they sippin' on mud, they seein' the angels

[Outro]
Huh, ooh-ooh (Hey, yeah)