I ran that shit up, then I went in the cut, now they labeling me like the bad guy

My hitta pull up, and he's shootin' shit up, hitting everything like he got bad eyes

Yeah, I stayed down, I got my bag right

He try to rob, blow the glock like a bagpipe

I hit it right, she can't say I got bad pipe

I cannot face being broke, that's my kryptonite

Say her last nigga, no he ain't hit it right

When I hit her gotta look her right in her eyes

Bitch, is you for the right now, or you for life?

I cannot fuck with you if you ain't tryna ride

Bitch, I got aim, I can knock off a dice

When it's time to get racks, shawdy know that I'm nice