Real ass n*gga give a f*ck about these b*tches
Couple different hoes wanna grant my wishes
Dive up in that pus*y di*k first I ain't licking
She suck my sh*t dry this the same b*tch you be kissing
Same group of n*ggas who I been wit since them school days
Finna run it up 5k , finna get paid
Young n*gga showing OGs how to kick game
Say you getting money but that ain’t
What yo b*tch say
I could show you how to get paid like 6 ways , that's just off the top of my noggin French braids
Won't French yo b*tch but l’ll dress her like a French maid
Eating French toast but the syrup in my lemonade
[double cups and I'm pouring act up
Young n*gga finna run a bag up
Couple n*ggas wit me and they keep a mac tucked
Can't control my n*ggas if they wanna act up]
Imma young n*gga I'm just tryna get mi bag up
City on mi shoulders like feet when you beat the cat up
Young n*gga icy than December in Nebraska
Make the pack jump , kangaroo up in the trap-pah
Can't f*ck wit the bacon like I'm asalamuh lakaam
All these b*tches loyal til the gang pull up
And take em , money falling out my pockets cherries on a generation , I see these n*ggas think this sh*t a game play station
b*tch I been that n*gga
Only thing that's different now my bag a lil bigger
Love up in the streets like a crossing guard n*gga
Talking all that sh*t we'll pull ya calling card n*gga
You the same n*gga can’t afford to get yo phone on
I’m the same n*gga spend yo rent just to smoke on
You smoking home grown , my sh*t top shelf like where guns go
Hop on any beat and turn that sh*t into a lunchable
Bet not to try to take my guap , boy I don't got time to fight
n*ggas upping pipe and spark leave you fighting for yo life
You ain’t scaring no one wit that fake gun , claim you sending shots well let's see if you can take sooommmmeeee
b*tches call me Fresh
I just call myself up next , my n*ggas calling me collect , I answer just to ease my stress this backwood beating on my chest , I told her blow me like a breath she sucked a n*gga like a breast , I came and f*cked her then she left
Really tho I kicked her out , and I know that sh*t ain't right
pus*y wetter than a yacht , but I only want one night
Didn't want me when I walked , now she ride me like a bike
Do a hunnid in the car , I ain’t stopping at no lights
Got yo b*tch wit me we fried , and she want you out her life said you ain't got yo money right , she want a n*gga wit a bag , I'm finna leave this busser sad , can't get a Franklin or a Jack , I f*ck and drop her like some act , facts
[double cups and I'm pouring act up
Young n*gga finna run a bag up
Couple n*ggas wit me and they keep a mac tucked
Can't control my n*ggas if they wanna act up]