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[Intro]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
What? Ayy (Drank God)

[Verse]
Got it on my own, f*ck a helping hand (Yeah)
n*ggas bless a b*tch 'fore they help they mans ('Fore they help they mans)
F&H tucked in my belt and pants (F&H)
Ghetto Boyz, IUR, b*tch, I rep the fam, ayy (Iced Up Records)
I don't want the b*tch 'less she stuffin'
Open up that oven, hit his muffin (Woo, woo)
You ain't got no pape', n*ggas bluffin' (What?)
Got two hoes bitin' down and they cousins (And they cousins)
Still that bag life, R.I.P. Reek (Rest in peace, yeah)
Mix the turtle with a Brisk, that's a green tea, yeah (That's a tea)
I can never quit, the streets need me (The streets need me, nope)
n*gga, I'll pour a four in a Fiji, yeah (In a Fiji)
Water on my neck, this sh*t leaky
Got a big booty brown b*tch, look like Dreezy (Look like Dreezy)
I was in the feds with the Stones and the GDs (And the GDs)
Let her eat the di*k, then I f*ck for the freebie, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Catch another charge, I'ma go to trial
One pus*y dead, so ain't no pus*y in me now
And don't up that lil' thirty, b*tch, I got a hundred rounds
n*gga want a verse from me, b*tch, I charge a hundred pounds (I charge a hundred pounds)
Five thousand dollar 'fit, this Revive drip (This Revive, exclusive)
Go to war 'bout the n*gga I survive with (We survive)
We walk in the jewelry store and just buy sh*t (We just cash)
My lil' baby IUR cost me five strips (Cost me five racks)
My lil' baby twenty-one just like my wrist (Just like my watch)
Lil' baby thick as hell, but she 5'6" (Woo)
Put a sign on the chop that say fire quick (On the chop)
And Murda Man just came home, he up five hits, n*gga (Five hits)
[Outro]
Iced Up Records
And Murda Man just came home, he up five hits
And Murda Man just came home, he up five hits