Intro lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
b*tch, I've been a P since the playground
This sh*t ain't come overnight, had to stay down
On that road day and night like a greyhound
On the I-15 goin' out of state bound (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
If you ain't gettin' money then you in the way
Told that little b*tch that she gotta pay ([?])
b*tch, I need my queso ándale (Go)
I be gettin' to that bag like every day (Go, go)
But I'll still slide down with a baby K
And bounce out and watch these bullets hit a n*gga face
n*ggas tellin' nowadays so I'm masked up
Ayy, tell these broke n*ggas, "Better catch up" (b*tch)
I got my bag up, now these n*ggas mad, huh
Same b*tches on me now used to laugh, huh
Got a big bag, flexin' on they b*tch ass (On they b*tch ass)
n*gga talkin' like a ho, you'll get b*tch slapped (b*tch)
Catch a n*gga comin' out that kickback
Ayy, split his wig like a KitKat (Boom, boom)
Lil n*gga, stop talkin' like you live that
What you n*ggas rappin' 'bout, we done did that (Did that)
Broke boy, get off your ass, go and run it up
Compact nickel in my pocket if you runnin' up (Boom, boom, boom)
Spent like three on this fit just to sum it up ([?])
Go to Saks Fifth and do the math, we just add it up
First youngin in the back Ghost ridin' in the Wraith
Got these n*ggas hella mad 'cause I'm doin' what they can't (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
Ayy, so they speakin' on my name (On my name)
Catch a n*gga slippin', I'ma spill a n*gga brain, on the gang (Boom, boom, boom)
n*ggas better stay up in they lane
If I go down, I ain't sayin' anything, swear to God
b*tch, I ain't never had a job
All a n*gga life had to jugg, had to rob
When they came out with blues, fell in love with the strips
[?], never loved on a b*tch
Chillin' in the back of the club with the stick
I ain't even 21 but I'm still in this b*tch
I ain't sippin' no Patron 'cause I'm sippin' out the brick (Syrup)
DJ put my song and they feelin' my sh*t
I'm just tryna run it up to a million and sh*t
Nerd n*ggas go down, get to squealin' and sh*t
I'm just tryna run it up to a million and sh*t
[?] still need a mil' in this b*tch
When it's crunch time in the field with the stick
I ain't kickin' no cups, poppin' seals off the brick (Syrup)