He gotta move back to his momma crib (he gotta move back)
These n***as fake flexing, that's not how you live
He did not pop out when they did that trip
Glock 43, n***a, this shit on my hip (damn)
He see Taco Bell then that n***a tip
He got no bread, need to pawn that whip (pawn that whip)
These n***as saying that I fell off (fell off), bitch n***a, you sip fake green (haaa)
That n***a do Fent' he a fucking fien (damn)
You is a fake n***a, keep that shit a bean
You is a rat, n***a (no cap), ain't no in-between
I'm in the Trackhawk, no limousine, aye
Aye, I'm pressing, they left me on seen, damn
Bitch, that trap house finna get cleaned, damn
Broke n***a, ain't got no funds
Bitch, I'm Mr. Take All Yo' Guns (gimme that shit)
These n***as switched up (switched up), better stay over there
I just spilled the lean, aye, I don't even care
That n***a spilled the lean, he started pulling out his hair
He gone have to sleep on a bunk bed (bunk bed)
You still sip green, bitch, go buy some red
You was outside his crib, and that n***a scammed
You tell me n***a shit, I ain't even [?]
Catch him on the train like Raye Penbar
I got two Glocks, Stockholm and Denver (huh)
He say what I on, I say, "Whatever"
Bitch, I'm with the rednecks, I feel like Trevor, tahhh