Got a brand new car 
Got a giant cigar 
Got a ho, she a star 
Got some niggas doin bars 
Got some niggas behind bars 
Take care behind bars 
Spend a whole hundred large 
Im tryna give my bro a pill 
Im tryna get a bigger deal 
I’m tryna get a bigger meal 
Im tryna get big as a whale 
Im bout to stay away from jail 
Im bout to stay away from poor ass niggas on the come up
Moving like snails 
Hell yeah, nigga, yeah 
Im bout to get up out the streets 
I’m ’bout to get up out the heat 
I’m bout to get inside the AC 
I got a pool and its deep 
Im tryna get away from hoes 
Im tryna stay away from clothes 
Im tryna stay away from lean, molly, drugs
And stack up me some dough 
Im so tired 
Im bout to stay away from tribes 
Im bout to stay away from guys 
Im bout to stay away from lies 
Im standing away from cloud 9 
I dont wan be high 
You can have that bitch, nigga 
I dont want her to be mines 
Your boxers Calvin Klein 
Last week you was just fine 
Yesterday I had on some gators 
Looking like Im still in 99 
Looking like my Uncle in his prime 
I was taught to never drop a dime 
I was taught to never do the crime 
If you aint tryna do that time 
Heard that nigga be drippin 
Every day
Heard that nigga be gettin his 
Every day
I know homie pimpin 
Every day
I know, homie, I know , I know, hey
I just wanna drop my top 
I just wanna wet a nigga block 
Im just banging red 
Bitch, Im banging red sox 
No, I cant stop 
Ho, call the cops 
We shootin at the opps 
Fuck around and shoot at the cops 
Gum drop my ears 
Let her drive if she real 
Let her package a sealy 
Got on the Richard Millie 
Im changing your living 
I bought me some marbles
Im bout to deck out your kitchen 
Im bought to do something the realest 
Im bought to do something the illest 
The illest I could do
I had to cook up a chicken 
And front it all to you 
She looking, she dig it 
Like a tool, woah 
Keys to the city 
Nip, what it do? Woah 
I just might egg the basket 
I drink the red if its plastic 
Cause I gotta load of the Ac 
Ima drink that and pour out the yak 
Speaking of yak 
Bitch, free the Slatt 
Bitch, free the GOAT 
RIP Troup from Ol Nat 
I cop me a foreign 
Believe that its running 
Do everything under the sun 
You gotta disguise to your sons 
Ima go grip on her buns 
She said she wanna go to Dubai and have her some fun 
Treat like she the one 
Heard that nigga be drippin
Every day
Heard that nigga be gettin his
Every day
I know homie pimpin
Every day
I know, homie, I know, I know, hey
I just wanna drop my top
I just wanna wet a nigga block
Im just banging red
Bitch, Im banging red sox
No, I cant stop
Ho, call the cops
We shootin at the opps
Fuck around and shoot at the cops