[Verse]
Baby girl hide crack in her wig
She let me trap out the crib
She know Neph fuck with the kids
She know Neph fresh as a bitch
I got a Pyrex in the cabinet
Keep a Glock in the attic
She like "Neph, your ass savage
And you come with way too much baggage"
Pull over the car, baby hitting that head
Pocono mountain with a couple grams
Auntie waiting for me when I land
Baby like "Neph, don't fuck your fans"
I go broke, it's the pot and the pan
I don't know if you gon' be here forever
But I know my Glock don't jam
Couple dogs changed up on me
Hit thе town, whip the paint for me
Ja Morant in the paint on 'еm
Make it back, bitch, I can't fumble it
I pull a scrimmage with a .31
Unc like "Neph, hurry up"
I'm from the east side, the dirty hub
Girl, I was dirtier than her
I'll never go broke like Karo
Double back like [?]
Girl, I made a hundred thousand dollars on tour
Looking like [?]
Dope strong, make a jake faint
Opps moving like they huff paint
Ask around, girl, I'm top rank
Opps got a buck fifty on they face
Girl, I'll never call the law
Calamari, you can have it all
Baby grabbing at my Gucci drawers
Baby tryna take that Gucci off
Gucci bucket, Gucci shirt, Gucci coat
Bitch, I got a lot of Gucci on
Kick a bitch out the Hummer while I'm driving
Girl, I'm tryna get my Gucci on
You see a dollar in my bankroll, then I'm pussy
Girl, I'm getting my Boosie on
Feel like Lud Foe with the pole stick
With a whole bunch of True Re on
N***a tryna kick the Hendog
Price change, Neph pissed off
Bitch like "You don't miss at all"
Seventeen to life, shit, I miss my dog
I'm Polo down like '09 Bam
Uncle beat your ass 'bout a gram
From the trenches, they don't understand
Ask about Neph, he never ran
I had fiends 'fore I had fans
Had a gun 'fore I had grams
[Outro]
Girl, I had a gun 'fore I had grams
I had beans 'fore I had fans, yeah