MP3 
Just got off the phone kickin' it with a day one
Set a fifty thousand play for 'em
I ain't make nothin' and I don't want to
They been askin' for the weed, they don't want juice
Tell 'em, "Come through, nigga, we got Runtz too," yeah
I heard the wham in
Lookin' for the white, we got grams in
And it just take ten
I ain't tryna kick it with no fake friends
I ain't even tryna make friends
Youngin killed it for free, what you think he'd do for eight bands?
Switch on me, I ain't stoppin', it's a chase then
Speed up, re-up
Ain't even five yet, I done poured three cups
Lil' nigga, pipe down
You ain't write when I was gone, don't write now
We ain't see you on the road, bring that price down
Still'll get 'em sold for the eight
Thirty hoes with me doin' shows in the H
Hit my phone with the drank, not a pint, just a case
Free my nigga Dunk, doin' life with the gang
Got a chain for you and I got some change for you
V'd up, know I'm still the same nigga
Brother ever caught him in the club, know we's rained on him
Can't fuck with me
Cuban on buck fifty, AP two hun'
I'm puttin' a quarter on a nigga if I lose somethin'
Harm when them shooters come, 2-8 F
Trap on the way, then Mary Ray next
Free BH, HGH, Oxycontin
We in three states, Roxy Sebastian's
We got IDs, wholesale twenty pagers, thirty-five G's
You ain't got it out the mud, you ain't like me
If you ain't still bustin' juggs, you ain't like me
Fifty strong in the hood, nigga, ten chops
Let a nigga play with us, we'll bend nine
Trap phone jumpin', backbone mustard
Yeah, I'm still dissin', you don't like it, nigga?
You ain't write me, nigga, you got indicted still thuggin'
Ain't nothin' for a bitch, everything for my brother
Had some problems with my uncle, fell back for my mama
I'll give it to you easy, but you ain't takin' nothin' from me
Put the hood on my back, we against all odds
Poured a big four, might as well drop five
Never gon' block that, nigga, hold it down, I'm tryin'
I ain't got no beef with cuz, nigga, simmer it down
Niggas wanna fuck with us, so we done figured it out
I hope all these get bigger than me
Can't be fuckin' with bigger than me
I ain't poppin' on the track, nigga, I'ma kill 'em in the streets
If we ever grow apart, just know it's all love
Ain't no windows in the garage, nigga, this all us
Barbers, two blades, the V1
Hairline if you need one, lames and shit
Still run up them grams and shit
