[Verse 1]
I don’t pull tricks just [?]
I don’t make biz just paper
I don’t hate much just haters
Also I’m drippin’ the fuckin’ latest
Rinkside seats when I pull up to Vegas
Backwoods no Garcia y vegas
Out my way treat me like a skater
.45 it could pull a potato
I got a hunnid million on my radar
Still put that all black on like Raiders
Damn I lost count bae I’ll call you back later
I lack patience, I don’t lack flavor
I’m gone go grindin’ ‘till I ain’t got neighbors
Bitch but not forget about who made us lit
Keepin’ it gangster to the basic shit
I know these kicks wasn’t made to fit everybody
I know I look good in ‘em
But don’t put your foot in ‘em
You feel like your problems wouldn’t end
You prolly feel like you couldn’t win
Right where I should be, survived them shots fired
Know where I could’ve been
Right where I should be, survived them shots fired
Know where I could’ve been

[Chorus]
Excuse me i'm reeking the odor
Just left a meeting with growers
I feel like fuck the drink rather be sober
Broski done poured that [?] drink in my soda
I got a [?]
I got a Spanish connect [?]
I got a rule just don’t talk to the feds
Just like the ballots ain’t work for the voters
I don’t clock out until I meet the quotas
Pull out this Glock, what you see what you notice?
We kinda busy, lil buddy don’t hold us
We never folded, go check the folders
Young master p, I walk in with the soldiers
The shooters, the toters
Don’t ask no questions it’s none of your business
I told that bitch pump her brakes and her rotors


[Verse 2]
I got trust issues it’s scary
I can’t be tellin’ my business
You know these hoes make a hell of a witness
Shaving [?] with the quickness
[?]
I knew that bitch was suspicious
You gon’ have to forgive me, I’m not too good at forgettin’
So I’m off chasin’ that mu’fuckin’ money train
I know that these n***as watching and studying
When It was actavis we had the muddiest cups
I don’t really get down with this other thing
I call the plays like the coach when we huddlin’
Prolly my name if its something’ she utterin’
I don’t give a fuck long as it's not my government
‘Cause you know I don’t fuck with no government
Walk in this bitch prolly fresh as a double mint
I got a grip on me now, ’bout to double it
I know this road to the riches get troublesome
And I came strapped up for the other shit
I ain’t tell nobody what I was cookin’ but
I got a bitch in the kitchen with oven mitts
I still got 99 problems but a bitch
But I’ve been shootin’ from the line where the butter is

[Chorus]
Excuse me i'm reeking the odor
Just left a meeting with growers
I feel like fuck the drink rather be sober
Broski done poured that [?] drink in my soda
I got a [?]
I got a Spanish connect [?]
I got a rule just don’t talk to the feds
Just like the ballots ain’t work for the voters
I don’t clock out until I meet the quotas
Pull out this Glock, what you see what you notice?
We kinda busy, lil buddy don’t hold us
We never folded, go check the folders
Young master p, I walk in with the soldiers
The shooters, the toters
Don’t ask no questions it’s none of your business
I told that bitch pump her brakes and her rotors