[Intro]
Yall ain't seen me with money yet n***a
You seen every version of me n***a
You ain't seen me rich dog you dont know me n***a

[Chorus]
Ay
Fuck n***a
I do a bitch like ghost did
Lil rap n***a wanna work with me
Rip a n***a off then blame it on the showbiz
Welcome to Hollywood bitch ass n***a
If I find something sharp you gon' get stabbed with it
You like this flow? I stole it
Press me about to get your eyeball swollen
Fresh everyday like Tyriq
I ain't' playin with y'all n***as it's a bye week (fuck n***a)
I ain't' do shit y'all told me to do and I'm still in the game like Kyrie
FN on me lil fuck n***a (yo)
You don't believe me n***a come try me
Facecard good in these streets fuck n***a (yo)
I ain't' never pulling out a ID (no sir)
Glock 19 what I pull out
BBC what I pull out
Bitch ass n***a be sleeping on the pull out
AR-15 made him cool out
Don't make me pull the knife out (yo)
Ran out of ops everybody got wiped out
Hit em' with a pipe n***a pipe down
Everybody coming outside in a nightgown
You can't survive in my zip code (no)
Bitch ass n***a still stuck in a shithole
Shittin' on n***as it's a shit-show
Bitch ass n***a it's a brand new episode
Doc Jeff higher than cholesterol (yo)
Weak ass n***a, should've ate some more vegetables
Glock 17, get shot in your testicles (yo. Fuck n***a)
Call up the plug cause I'm coming for the rest of those
Broke ass n***a don't know about decimals
They don't want to let me on the festivals
Aim at the crowd fuck n***a that's crowd control
Head so fire put the bitch in a talent show
Do this every night like Jimmy Fallon Show
You ain't' really worth killing n***a, the bounty low
N***a ever walk down on me, down he goes
Next time you gon' think again, Geronimo
Put her on the corner, met the bitch at the corner store
Broke ass n***a always standing in front of the store
I'll flirt with another bitch in front of my hoe
I'm not Tory Lanez, you get shot in your camel toe
Gotta' problem to fix, finna' see where my hammer go
Shittin' on n***as, yeah n***a my manners low
Pissed on a bitch, it was kind of romantic though
F-Type Jag what I'm riding in
Bitch ass n***a didn't die I gotta' try again
Jeffery on fire can call all the firemen
Smack a little bitch, bitch lie again
Can't believe Jeffery getting high again
Eyes all thin like the motherfucking china-man
Bitch ass n***a gon' step in the line then
Jeffery getting bands, you get hit with a violin
You get hit with a instrument
Broke ass n***a keep paying in increments
Broke ass n***a start working on fixing it
Lame ass n***a saw a bitch started whistling
Lame ass bitch just asked if I'm ticklish
Bust all on her Invisalign
Break a n***a leg then, come back break the hoe again while he healing it
Cooking up the beef I'm grilling it
Soft ass n***a you a god damn gentleman
Smack the lil bitch she a feminist
Gon' head pick you a poison I'm venomous
Cooked up some beef fuck n***a come finish it, come eat
Tie a n***a up hold him down for four weeks
Cold ass world I ain't riding with no heat