Haahhh

Uh, fuck, I look like leaving the crib without the stick

Yeah, I've been chasing bags, fuck, I look like chasing a bitch

This shit I pour up in my cup, your motherfuckin' rent

How the fuck you niggas say you, poppin a perks, you off the fent

Fent 10, nigga, off the fent 10s

These niggas poppin' fake, thirties niggas just tryna fit in

I fuck with all my glocks, but I'm in love with FNs

I told the label, cut the check, streets got my back-end

These niggas say they trappin', but they really not

Swear to God, I done sold a milli-rock on any block