Live for today cuz we don't know how tomorrow goes

I'm from mav if you not from round here then you gotta go

Call my nigga hallow up to let them hallows go

Hustle hard gettin coins off the block like super mario

Hittin the blunt while I'm grippin the 40

I'm with your shorty In the crib just chillin watchin Rick and morty

Internet thugs you niggaz corny

Don't fuck with no new rappers cuz all of you niggaz bore me

Sleepin on me it's about time I'm waking them up

In shootouts I grip the blicky when I spray it they duck

Chrome to your dome like you niggaz play for the ducks

Out here gunnin like Michael Redd when he played for the bucks

I go to work and break down every beat that I touch

These niggaz swear that they nice but quite frankly they suck

Uma Thurman in kill bill bitch I'm making the cut

Bodying competition breaking they necks is a must

These niggaz got bars about trap money

Never sold a record but they actin like they gettin rap money

Down to my last two quarters that get the strap money

When you mention bosses yea that's when they ask for me

This grip that I got it's like most niggaz couldn't grasp it

See tape on the handle of the semi automatic

Work coming in, duct tape over the plastic

Killin the game and you niggaz talkin bout practice

Fuckin with an all star you bench warmers is average

Do me foul and I'll put two shots inside of your basket

Hit the fiends with the dust turn you niggaz to ashes

We giving out coffins bodybags,and caskets