I Got

I got bitches who a order out and bitches inna kitchen

I damn near fucked my wrist up I remember water whipping

I put my reup inna pot i hope that i can flip it

I got niggas who on go and got some niggas who just chilling

My partner say he bangin blood my other say he Cripping

Late night hearing taps cause the fascist steady dripping

I hope my gun don't jam when i go mask up on these missions

To many bad pill death so i ain't fucking with them gremlins

Hope dat i can kick my feet up thumbing through these millions

I stacked it inna shoebox now i stack it to the ceiling