Pacific

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy, uh (Is that you, Sam?)

[Verse]
I got it on my own, ran this shit up by myself (By myself)
Even when I needed it, I ain't ask no n***a for help
When that bitch war, I'm suitin' up every time, know I'm there
I don't need no n***a to slide with me, I push up by myself
The fuck I look like payin' a n***a? I held that shit myself
All you n***as be screamin' "Real" and don't be real, real is rare
Lil' bitch think that I want her, I don't want her, real player
Stay the fuck up out the trap if you don't like that flocka smell
These n***as make believe, these n***as action figures
Trigga rich, had to get rich, I ran it up way past n***as
Won't leave the crib without my trap, won't leave the crib without my strap
Free the bros from up the road, I'm sendin' K through through the flap
They tryna tell a n***a rap, but I'd rather work my phone
Flockin' B's for eighty-five, you better tap in 'fore they gone
Nothin' but made n***as and gravediggers 'round me whenever I roam
Ain't tryna fuck, then say that then, don't play with me, lil' bitch, I'm grown
You know my phone jumpin' out the gym, hella plays
Them n***as ain't havin' no motion, they be lyin', they in the way Postin' all them poles on Instagram, don't never post no pay
(Big bro, give me a ride?) N***a, get the fuck up out my face
Say, every dog have his day, but I ain't trippin', I'm on ten
Get 'em out soon as I get 'em in, God knows I'm tryna win
Go up top like tell you again, I ain't never front my motion
They tryna trick me off the streets, but I ain't goin', stayin' focused
I done ran me up some money, now they hatin', n***as mad
Quick to added me a bitch and watch bro dunk her off the glass
Better get up off your ass, I heard you doin' real bad (Better get up off your ass, I heard you doin' real bad)
Shawty play me, he gon' lay, n***a tried it, he gon' die
Ran it up on accident, shit, I wasn't even much tryin'
I don't fuck with none of these n***as, none of these n***as ain't my kind
Quick to wipe a n***a nose, do a n***a real slime
You know I love them phones, my shit swang when it rang
I'll pop up out, change the weather, n***a, can you stand the rain?
I ain't never duck no smoke, never will, that's on me
I ain't turnin' down no plate, whenever it's beef, know I'ma eat
I ain't the type to ball hog, I wanna see all my n***as win
I bought cutters for my brothers, told 'em shoot whenever they can
You know I love them bodies, know I put shit in the wind
I don't like to talk 'bout what's-her-name, but I'll do that shit again