Thirty thousand on my wrist
Fuck your card, it get flipped
All these broads gettin’ flipped
Made a hundred thousand off rip
All of these meds is script
That Glock got a mothafuckin’ switch and that bitch don’t fff
It’s goin’ through doors, goin’ through trees
Goin’ through everything that you see
Yeah
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some Crips but most my n***** throwin’ up Bs
Catchin’ Zs on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans
I could keep goin’
Dirty pole on me, bitch, it could keep blowin’
Yeah, blowin’ up this fuckin’ world, C4’in’
Sippin’ on red at a red light
Don’t make me catch you at the red light
Glock 26 got a green light
ARP got a red sight, and ARP got a flashlight
Pull up on you with my mask tight
Givin’ her dick, give her act right
Can’t remember nothin’ from last night
I used to skip class, now I skip the seats and get to first class
Put his body in the trash bag
E-Class, bitch bad, I could keep goin’
She tryna suck my dick I’m like, bitch, keep blowin’
Fit cost a n**** rent
All of his hoes is bent
All of his drugs is fent’
Catch that boy outside, I guarantee he dyin’
He tryna speak on my name, swear to God that boy only got one more time
I’ma keep scorin’
We gon’ hit him in his head, bitch, if he keep goin’
All I want is CDG, bitch, this ain’t Ralph Lauren
Uh huh, hittin’ his fro, it’s makin’ him bleed
I spent two bands on a mink, yeah
Bitch get wet in her pants, bitch, when I blink, yeah
Diamonds got a bitch wetter than a fuckin’ sink, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
It’s goin’ through doors, goin’ through trees
Goin’ through everything that you see
Yeah
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some Crips but most my n***** throwin’ up B’s
Catchin’ Zs on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans
I could keep goin’
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