That shit red, two hundred thousand
I still know the rules but in— (Ayy, ayy, uh)
That shit red, two hundred thousand
I still know the rules but in silence
I’ll speak the truth, but the slimiest, no roof, but still a Mafia
Louis everything, but I’m proud of you
You can’t turn a motherfucker against me ’til your dollars up
Codeine on the way, but I’m sober for the day
I woke up at 8 PM, how I make a hundred K?
I got really sick friends, do whatever to keep me safe
Happen so fast, they thought I paid, Bada-bing, bada-boom
I’m on drink like Cedar son, but they feel me ’cause I’m Tune
I just hit a rapper ho’, my bitch brought her in the room
Trackhawk tear up Beverly Hill
This a car not even meant for here
I got old ass money, but that new shit got me here
Fuck everybody, everybody, everything, everything
Swear to god, like, I only want to keep a debt with you
Like, only that way (Gang), You know what it is (Forget about it)
That shit red, ayy, ayy
That shit red, ten hundred thousand
I still know the rules but in— (Shh, gang, gang, gang, ayy, ayy)
That shit like six hundred thousand (Yeah)
This that Kanye check, they sent it through the wire
(Swear to God)
I think I might give Ted Talks, so many I inspire (Huh)
We (Hrrt), come take heads off your block, reportin’ live
I pray one day I’m trustworthy, been slimy all my life (Ski)
You see these niggas I be with, that’s greatest gang, all time
My bitch like Chanel bags and gettin’ flowers on surprise
And I’m on the road just gettin’ these riches, But I’ll rob
Right now its Perc’ 20 on my back like John Collins (Huh?)
No cap, man, I’m fightin’ from keep on nodding, feel like Gervonta
Told her, “Take them Skims off, let me be your Ray J” (Frrt)
Pape’ roll on me sky blue, salt and vinegar Lays bag (Skrrt)
Only time these niggas show they passion when they hate a man
My young niggas tweakin’, no respect, they’d kill a made man
I’m just young, rich, junkie, cup so dark it look like slave land
I wake up so wavy, sometimes think I slept in a waterbed
Fuck everybody
Fuck— fuck everything, nigga
The fuck goin’ on nigga (Fuck everybody)
And me, I’m purposely toxic (Fuck everything)
Yeah, that shit red, two hundred thousand (Uh)
Just two years ago, I ain’t even have all these problems (Uh)
My life gettin’ low, Oxycodone my only hobby
This four poured Canada Dry, taste like ice cream (Shh, uhh)
This lame nigga lord of the rings, he cuffin’ a thotty (Shh)
Me, I’m purposely toxic, need to stop being so damn childish
I ain’t gotta move my hand
Move a thousand grams just off my posture (Gang)
This lil’ bitch so bad, might get a bag just how she arch it (Yeah)
It’s not Training Day, want to see my stash
Gotta pull the carpet (Hrrt, beep, beep)
It’s a tag on his head, leave him on the glass like card deal
Sorry I don’t broom jump, Wockhardt my only bride, nigga
See my stash and cry, man, that bitch my joy and pride
Really, damn
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