{Verse1}
Grab that glock9 soon as a n***a hit the door, call up my n***a ask him does he still got the dope, he said damn right I said ima be there at 4
Don't forget the oz, and bring all them freaky hoes, sipping on that muthafukin drank while I'm smoking dank, mother fuck what hater thank, bitch I need that bank
Cause a n***a gotta survive out here in these hard times, practice comes to fuckin line and some of you n***as bout it
And fuck that I need that motherfuckin cash, I'm on my own bitch and ain't trying to dig no fuckin trash, n***as talk shit then we put them on they fuckin ass
N***as stop yo bitching and get to the fucking cash, and n***as wanna ride till they get shot and that sad but ain't no heart for a n***a trying to take my cash, let off the clip merk the n***a and then the n***a ran seen the police jumping out the motherfukin van
Hopped in my whip with my fuckin gun still in my hand, now im paranoid cause a n***a just killed a man, all for the love of the green cash in advance but a n***a gotta get something that they don't understand damn
(Verse2)
Gotta away with the shit cause a n***a to smooth, but I thought I did till a n***a seen the damn news, but I can't turn myself in is a damn fool