[Intro]
Absolutely

[Verse 1]
All you n***as act like hoes, 'cause you know I got yo’ hoe
I be counting up my rolls, give a damn about a hoe
See the cops I gotta go, 'bout to take a backroad
I be at the Citgo, everything for the low
Taxin' n***as out they money, I feel like I’m Uncle Sam
I don't flex for you n***as, I be flexin' for the Gram
Took his bitch then I fucked her, bet I fucked her right on cam
Finesse n***as out they money, that's exactly who I am
You say you a trap n***a, you can't even whip a brick
You say you a real n***a, explain how I took yo' shit
Why your bitch on my dick, that's supposed to be yo' bitch
She just want a trap n***a and she like me ’cause I’m rich
I can never be a hoe and I put that on my soul
All my n***as on the road, take my chain I gotta blow
I be countin' bankrolls, sellin’ bricks by the sto'
I be at your corner sto', catch me by the Citgo
Shawty bad, she so fine, she gon' hop in the ride
Fuck the police they some hoes, I can’t even be outside
Bitch my diamonds, they be dancin'
Boy I'm clean just like some tide
If finessin' was a crime, would of had to do some time
Three grams in the wood, I can smoke it by myself
Speedin' in a fuckin' Bimmer, boy your ass gon' get left
I got thirty-three rounds, so I do not need no help
Sprayed the pistol at his face, then I ask him how it felt
Bitch, I'm tryna get designer, tryna rock a big belt
Ben and Jackson are my friends, I don't trust nobody else
I be coolin' in the crib, I been rollin up that dope
All my n***as want you dead, so they send shots with the scope
[Bridge]
I send shots with the scope
You already know I sell dope by the Citgo, that's just how it go
And you know Duwap Kaine want some mo'
I swear to god I sell them packs just for the low

[Verse 2]
Ayy, n***as actin' like some funny cocks
See the police, do the bunny hop
Got a lot of shots in my Glock
Stashed a hundred rounds, that won't stop
I'll never be in that field with you
I'ma have to keep it real with you
You's a pussy n***a sneak dissin'
So you better keep that steel with you
Al-All you n***as act like hoes, 'cause you know I got yo' hoe
I be totin' on the Glock, yeah, my Glock it hold 'bout fo'
And I ain't worried 'bout a opp 'cause my n***as down to blow
I be rollin' off them pills, mix the molly wit' the fo'
All my n***as on the block catchin' bodies
I promise you I would never wife a thottie
And I be ballin', I be ballin' like I'm Scottie
I fucked yo' hoe and I'm not finna say sorry

[Outro]
Po' up that fo', gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', I gotta pour up that fo'
I'm done I want some more, I gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', po' up that fo'
Po' up that fo', then I go take your hoe
Pour up that fo', that fo'