[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah

[Verse]
Got the beam on the Glock, I ain't missing shit
Baby mama beg for child support, bitch can eat dick
Girl don't wear Amiri, bum bitch, you can't afford this shit
Pulled up in some foreign shit
Lil' bitch can't afford this shit
Opps on my dick, they ain't did shit, they ain't pop out
I check my mailbox, Glock out, bitch I'll pop out
They said I can't come back to the city, shit, they bump they head
I'll slide through Goodman & Garson, fifty-thousand in my hand
My momma out the hood, they said Nephew he might go fast
Fuck rap, I'll catch a body and go and cut my dreads
I'll send my Grandma money on her birthday to see her smile again
They see me drunk driving in that fucker and he wilin' again
My bitch give me head when I ain't ask, I swear to God I love her
Bougie n***a, baby, I'm tryna fuck you on some Gucci covers
I get up turn my swag on, ain't got shit to do with Soulja Boy
Cash money bitch, I feel like some Magnolia boy
I feel like BG when he got let out
Fresh home and ran the bag up, the opps still stressed out
Bitch, Nephew now, you ain't gotta say I'm next out
High-five, call the paramedics, the opps is stretched out
I don't drink no lean, n***a
My auntie was a fiend, n***a
Granddaddy died from AIDS, and my Grandma was a queen, n***a
My daddy sold poles, and I ain't still get to know the n***a
Wish I could FaceTime him, a new .40, I'm tryna show the n***a
A hunnid flights in fifty-six weeks, I had a good year
He went there and went there
And stayed there and went there
They said, what, he can't go there but he went there
Bitch this ain't Canadian Goose or Guess jacket, it's Moncler
I spent ten-thousand in a week
Life I'm living, shit ain't cheap
I hustle cause I gotta eat
I got some shit I gotta speak
It's hard for me to fucking sleep
I'm having nightmares in my dream
I wake up to my Glock and check the window just to peep the scene
I keep on staring at the camera, wifey think I'm paranoid
Crack sells like Mondo Burger, Auntie think it's steroids
Beam on that bitch, I get to pointing it like a Polaroid
Earing in my ear, that shit bigger than a keloid
My bitch booty big as hell, I love her with them shorts on
I'm bout to get that Range but I was thinking bout getting my Porsche on
Every week I'm balling
Every month I'm balling
Every year I'm balling
I'm Mr. Still Balling
I had to change my number
Them thirsty hoes calling
Gucci sweater on, I'm getting missing like I'm Waldo