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[Intro: Rucci]
Ayy, look I'm still popping pills
Still sipping lean
Still doing everything I'm not supposed to do

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody doing drugs if they with me
You throwing ones, we throwing hundreds and fifties
You n*ggas better run if you ain't running with me
Cash rules everything around me, I'm crispy
You get me, Krispy with that Kreme and you thrifty
Bank off that motherf*cking ye or I'm fifty
Quick to hit a n*gga with that K or I'm gone miss him
Bankroll after bankroll, big spending
I take hoes then replace hoes, I'm that n*gga
Still getting jiggy off that jiggle
I really ain't got no motherf*cking filter
f*ck you and motherf*ck how you feeling
If it ain't about a million, all them calls, I'm just missing
These n*ggas out they motherf*cking mind
I really ain't got the motherf*cking time
I'm known to bust heads, don't try me
In the club with my b*tch and my strap right beside me
You know, it's Rucci, I don't need no ID
Ayy, this beat bang, Mike Almighty
[Chorus: Rucci]
Tell me why the f*ck would a young n*gga trip?
I'm getting money and I'm f*cking on your b*tch
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this
Ayy, tell me how the f*ck a young n*gga gon' lose?
Ayy, you couldn't take a step in my shoes
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Drinking juice in this b*tch, we ain't tipsy
Pouring sprites 'til them b*tches look like Pepsi
All blues in my pocket, RIP Nipsey (RIP)
I was broke, all them b*tches used to skip me
Now I do what I want, now I'm picky
Now I do what I want, they tryna get me
She was cool 'til that b*tch tried to kiss me
Only n*gga on the East with a Richie
With my n*gga RuccDawg in the fifties
Told my n*gga got a lick, n*gga, we finna ball
Tell 'em like Deebo, n*gga, you gone get involved
Bouncing out for them racks like a tennis ball

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Coach wouldn't let me on the field, now I'm in the field
Got me f*cking with them strippers like I'm dollar bill
I bet your b*tch fall through, I feel like Meek Mill
She gone suck it all night, she just popped a pill
Coach wouldn't let me on the field, now I'm in the field
Throw your ass out my crib, b*tch, I'm Uncle Phil
Your b*tch really got some skills, I might pay her bill
She keep telling you she won't, but I bet she will
Got these Gucci shades on, I can't see sh*t
Ray Charles to these hoes on some blind sh*t
b*tch, I feel like Tony Allen, I'm on defense
Got his b*tch going long
[Chorus: Rucci]
Tell me why the f*ck would a young n*gga trip?
I'm getting money and I'm f*cking on your b*tch
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this
Ayy, tell me how the f*ck a young n*gga gon' lose?
Ayy, you couldn't take a step in my shoes
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this

[Outro]
Ayy, this beat bang, Mike Almighty