Stand up nigga, I ain't never sittin' down, L down bad, ain't never gettin' out
Since real niggas start tellin' shit now, I done got rich, now I barely get out (ayy, Wristy, turn that shit up)
Probably lookin' at his picture, mailin' shit home, these niggas don't fuck with me
I can take your sister, hittin' that raw, my shows all fifty each
Fuck my Rolls, I'm in that G, racks say injury, I go back deep
Fightin' my ho, then I lost my link, nigga, you ain't got these, you GIA
My hoes low-key like Tia, Eastside nigga, yellin': Free my ye
Hold me down, nigga, I got us, he sent shots, nigga, he got thumped
I ain't heard no RIPs in months, that nigga there must wasn't on shit
Yeah, anyway, well, he got killed (down), spanked, down bad, fuck him
Five, sixes and H's 'round me, nigga, and a couple C's, nigga
Hermès link 'round my beam, nigga (beam), that seventy G's, nigga
Old nigga countin' her M's still (lame), fuck around, gotta get him killed
Where was you at when I turnt as shit? Sound like another nigga heard I'm rich (facts)
Step on somethin', you speak on me, Glock 23, I'm four-five deep
I ain't heard shit from you niggas, I ain't never searched shit of none of you niggas
How the fuck he got a bag? Who around this bitch can vouch?
One-point-four, nigga, in cash, that's what the fuck I got in watches
Who the fuck said I ain't got no bag? One-point-seven what I spent on cribs
These old niggas still stuck in the past, I ain't gotta talk 'bout the shit that I did
Just turned thirty-six, but I'm still in my bag, hop out fresh like a fuckin' YN
Got PTSD, been in too much shit, don't pull up too fast when you split a nigga wig
It's just a regular day and I'm icy as hell (shit), need to put some of this shit in the fridge
I ain't even really got nowhere to go, nah, for real (real), get fresh just to sit in the crib
I bought a four of the Quay', I'm so motherfuckin' high (a what?), I might slide by, I need me a bid
I be with all of the killers, the jackers, the hustlers and robbers, they know what it is (hoo, yeah, yeah)
I be with the pimps, the scammers, the schemers (the scammers), they all on my team and we do it big
I borrow your bitch for the night, in the mornin', I send her back home to pick up the kids (the kids)
I told my doggy to get out the trenches, that shit got my nigga heart darker than Tris (tris)
The trap fucked a nigga head up so bad, bought twelve tour skinnies just for a souvenir, yeah (ayy)
Standup nigga, I ain't never sittin' down, L down bad, ain't never gettin' out
Since real niggas started tellin' shit now, I done got rich, now I barely get out
Probably lookin' at his picture, mailin' shit home, these niggas don't fuck with me
I can take your sister, hittin' that raw, my shows all fifty each
Fuck my Rolls, I'm in that G (ah), racks say injury, I go back deep
Fightin' my ho, then I lost my link, nigga, you ain't got these, you GIA
My hoes low-key like Tia, Eastside nigga, yellin': Free my ye
Eastside nigga, yellin' free Lil A, while we at it, niggas still free BH (pussy)
Sixes and H's 'round me, nigga, and a couple C's, nigga
Hermès link 'round my beam, nigga, that seventy G's, nigga
Old nigga countin' her M's still, fuck around, gotta get him killed
Where was you at when I turnt as shit? Sound like another nigga heard I'm rich