(It's a Wayne beat)
Shit, alright
What up, Wayne
Ghetto Boyz shit, you already know what the fuck goin' on (Southside shit)
Just pulled to Somerset and valet parked a quarter million
Walked in the Louis store and alright, alright
Just pulled to Somerset and valet parked a quarter million
Walked in the Louis store, I just spent a quarter chicken
What you want, a leg, quarter, or a biscuit
Just got a pint, meet me at the headquarters, let's get filthy
Today, I got a bunch of shit to do, let's get busy
Just sucked a pregnant bitch titties, let's get milky
Bought another Gucci shirt, it was six-fifty
Then walked to Somerset and bought a bunch of shit with six gifties
She let me swipe every card, let's get nifty
Pour a nine of red in a Mountain Dew, let's get pissy
No bullshit, my favorite gun is a 308
I just fucked three rap bitches, now my peehole stank
That nigga tried to R-U-N and left DOA
Cut into a bald-head bitch like, "Let me see your fade"
I just got a glass pint of red, you can keep your drank
Told bae, "Fuck a stash, let me see your waist"
Withdrawals, I ain't drunk Henn' in like three whole days
I learned how to stack my chips like Frito Lays
Shit ain't all good or all bad, but I'll be okay
Bitch tryna leave, hit her with the Starlito face
Told Gary I want my new chain to weigh a kilo weight
I've been tourin' the world makin' bands, I think we need more states
Took another pint from a nigga, I Deebo drank
On the East sellin' hard, where Eastside Lito stay
Bitch took her shoes off, socks smell like Frito Lays
Damn, I shot the house up bad, they gotta relocate
Who got some Hi-Tech? I'm lookin' for the blood, it's a mosquito day
Bitch asked where she pullin' up to, I sent three locations
I stole an opp Hellcat, this a repo day
Last show I had, a nigga got killed in there, but we okay
Number one displayer, I don't care what Weezbo say
One day, I seen a nigga lose his life over three OJs
I know they call it shit talkin', but we don't stank
Bro, what the fuck you smokin'? The weed don't stank
Only words I say to my bitch is, "Please, more drank"
Take my shoes off at any bitch house, my feet don't stank
You only poured an ounce in that pop, nigga, we poured eight
I got a dingy bitch, she'll listen to anything huh
I got a dingy bitch, she'll listen to anything Miss Cleo say
Decidin' on if I wanna buy that 'Dweller, give me three more days
Off-White with the clan with me, need three more K's
Asked her what she wanna drink, she said, "Anything, is skeet okay?"
Let me hit my cup
I could have herpes, bet this dumb bitch still wanna hit the blunt
AA-12 with the scope, this a different pump
He wan' fight back, fuck some rock and roll, this a different punk
Bought a bitch a purse for three racks, am I a trick or what
But I'ma fuck her, then take it back, I tricked her butt
I ain't even put my nose by her pussy, you licked her butt
I had to drop the bitch off, you picked her up
I ain't tryna serve no crackheads, I'm tryna sell a whole brick at once
I can't lie to lil' bro, I think this that one
Put a bump stock on the Glock, I tap the trigger once
Pourin' thick liquid up, boy, you still pourin' liquor up
Seven grams in a Backwood, you roll Swishers up
Okay, you quick to roll dice, we roll pistols up
Stone cold with the cut, I could cut a pair of scissors up
Bought a drum for my Glock 9, it hold fifty-one
Gave Lil E the four-five, you seen a midget bust?
I'm finna take a green bar, this the bigger bus
Dum & Dumber 3, I know they sick of us
I just popped a blue inbox, now I'm itchin' and stuff
Can't go nowhere— alright
We can't go nowhere— huh, ah
We can't go nowhere, random people try to take pictures of us
Lookin' at me and Mike old flicks, that's the little us
Damn, my blunt fatter than the bitch, she got a little butt
Would you believe me if I told you me and Mike ran five-fifty up
Pour a cup of Hi-Tech and roll Riddles up
Just crashed the Rolls truck, you ain't never even been in one
McLaren fast as fuck, in the front is a little trunk
Bitch pulled up with double-Ds and got titty-fucked
When we dropped Dumb and Dumb3r, fucked the city up
Right now I'm boolin' with the Bloods, fuck the bity up
Drunk two pints of eighteen, we poured a fifty up, nigga