[Intro]
(Wheezy beats)
This call is from a corrections facility that is subject to monitoring of recording
To accept this call, press zero
([?], who it is, what studio y'all in?)
Right here on Metro Politin man
(Wheezy beats)
I’m [?] right now, I’m 'bout to let you in

[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your bitch, I got your bitch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your bitch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
N***a rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
N***a talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you talkin' to the Gunna
I see through n***as like a tunnel
And I'm laughin' at you n***as, it's funny
Bitch, I'm suited up to come get the money
N***as runnin' cause them n***as was gunnin'
Bustin' off and tell your bitch that I'm comin'
Yeah, I'm canin', bitch, I'm fuckin' on runnin'
Monеy mission, you ain't fuckin' with Sunny
Roll the kush and n***a pass me a lighter
Brand nеw coupe and bitch, it came with a title
Leave a pussy n***a dead on arrival
Shootin' rifles, n***a we suicidal
We takin' over and we killin' your idol
I want the money, I put that on the Bible
They learn the words, and now this shit a recital
They pray I drop it, want the shit to go viral
Creepin' low, I'm pullin' up in the spider
Freaky bitches with me, got me excited
Kissin' on me, I'ma gonna one-night it
Take them hoes home, fuck them hoes for an hour
Pourin' up lean and we smokin' on sour
Got me some money, I got me some power
Stand up n***a, standin' tall like a tower
Can't see myself goin' out like a coward
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your bitch, I got your bitch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your bitch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
N***a rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
N***a talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know you n***as got it
Now add it up and multiply it
All this money, can't even fit in my pocket
Ain't no withdrawal, all I know is deposit
I’m the flyest, I'm a mufuckin' pilot
Pretty foreign bitches came from the island
We kiss and fuck and then we have a ménages
She let me fuck and let me keep 'em, my diamonds
I pimp the bitch and tell her, go strip at Follies
She booted up and she in love with the molly
I'm countin' up and takin' off like a rocket
Fount the plug and then I fount me a socket
Bought a gun and then I caught me a body
We talkin' that money, 'cause n***a, we got it
We talk 'bout that street shit, 'cause n***a, we 'bout it
My young OG n***a a shoot out the Audi
I'm reppin' that old gang, we pull out and outtie
Got drank in the car, I got bags in the trunk
I was down in the back, now I'm up in the front
I'm porurin' that lean, got my lil' n***a stuck
Twenty eight Forgiatos, can't fit on the truck
Got a zip in my soda, a zip in my cup
Got a nine on my hip, hope you don't try your luck
Lil' n***a, we up
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your bitch, I got your bitch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your bitch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
N***a rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
N***a talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free