[Intro]
(Haha, n***as crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)

[Chorus]
Story of my life, I know they ain't like this shit (What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Long-ass clip in my mag' (Bitch, bitch), it look like a dick (Blatt, blatt)
Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that bitch gon' hit (On Five)
Rapper n***a mad I fucked his bitch, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Ha, ha)

[Post-Chorus]
Ha, ha (N***as crazy, man)
I don't give a fuck about 'em, let's go (Slatt)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a? Slatt
Rap-ass n***as ain't be talkin' 'bout shit (Say what?)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a? (What?)

[Verse]
Shit, I got them racks on me, yeah, I got them racks with me (I got them racks)
My tint five percent, so I might fuck on a ten (Can't even see in this shit)
I spent some bands on her neck, shawty, she want it again (I spent some bands on a bitch)
I'm off a goddamn Addy, shawty, I pop me a ten (Now I just popped me a ten)
I just copped me a ounce, I gotta re-up again (Say what?)
I'm believin' in God, but I still commit the sins (The sins)
I don't even want that pussy, that shit smell like fish (It smell like fish)
I hit real gas, I don't even hit no pen (Hit no pen)
And I know like, all these n***as wanna fuck my ho (And all these n***as)
She say she got racks on her, okay, let's go (Okay, you poppin')
I can't believe this bitch tried to play me like I'm broke (Okay), that shit a joke (What?)
I cuddle all my bitches, damn, I love my hoes (Damn, I love my hoes)
I YSL my necklace and that shit so froze (Damn, that shit so froze)
Got a whole lotta money, got a bankroll (Got a bankroll)
Just got me a new fire, told that n***a, "Lay low" (Told 'em, "Lay low")
'Cause I really got my pole (Haha, n***as crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah, what?)
I got my stick, lay low (I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man, what?)
I got my stick, lay low (What?)
I got my stick, lay low (I got a stick)
[Chorus]
Story of my life, I know they ain't like this shit (What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Long-ass clip in my mag' (Bitch, bitch), it look like a dick (Blatt, blatt)
Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that bitch gon' hit (On Five)
Rapper n***a mad I fucked his bitch, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Ha, ha)

[Post-Chorus]
(Rap-ass n***a)
Ha, ha (Crazy-ass n***a)
I don't give a fuck about 'em, let's go (Damn)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a? Slatt
Rap-ass n***as ain't be talkin' 'bout shit (Say what?)

[Outro]
Crazy (What?)
(This bitch, man)
Fuck goin', n***a? Slatt