Take it, * that nigga upYeahTake it, it's too hardMany niggas need you too hardYeahAyLookI bring her money, they change up the topicI got a 19 and it fold in my pocketShe gave me her number, now I gotta block itI'm mixing the dirty bills in with the profitClean that * up and I give it right back to himIf I don't * with him, then I can't rap with himI wanna beat him when somebody catches himI wanna witness and see that *I bring her hits and they change up the topicI got a 19 and it fold in my pocketOne hell of a year and that nigga still droppin'They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop itYou told a story like Shorty was feelin' youShe told a story like she split the bill with youLook at my story, man, no one could write itNow I see a million, I don't get excitedI might just buy or sell my * to thug awayAin't no real sense in me goin' the other wayCannot be seen in that * from the other dayVirgil just sent me a whole different colorwayPlease don't be stupid, it's baby and gunnaAnd baby, you want her, so I just swung herNext time I'm in Dallas, I look for anotherYou niggas fell off and you never recoverTold her some hot take and wait till it bubbleY'all gunna gunna, I made this * doubleHit and lean, you're ten left with a puddleIt's me drinkin', baby, you know you in troubleRun up my chair, my bitch burnin' the shuttleSignposts of M bought a bin for my brotherPainted all black, the interior butterI drip like a leak and it's word to my motherYeah, came out the street, got a sleep with a cutterFamily a beast, we gon' eat us a supperMy dick in her mouth like she teething or somethin'Sound like it could be drip season or somethin'Ain't no comparin' cause we number oneIn black and white ChanelI look like a nunThe police and shop don't know who got a gunDon't got what I got cause I shop in MilanIt's winter, I still to the top of the dunThe kid was surprised at my trunk in the frontI know you all said it don't shine in the sunCuban ain't look like a bus or crayonI'm still in the lab tryna cut the cayenneI told the judge, * it, I'm goin' on the runYou one of my dogs, I look out for the bunLet em get by, let em choose sideWe get M's in by the shoe sizeI don't * with y'all type of kindI done seen all y'all dick ridePrayin' when I'm like I'm Kevin GageAnd I swear to God I don't get tiredFrom the treasure now I'm goin'Spend my time with my friendsHold on, I don't know where it's atI don't got a drip, I can leave with the gunRunnin' this *, only been out two summersThat 4x4 truck, I post 300Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin'Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the moneyShoot every club like a magic on moneyNiggas ain't rich for real, they get in front of thatGave her a down, told her, fist up her stomachBy the time she get back, I'ma switch up my numberCount to her friend like I been on a bumperLately, I been the topic of discussionTrigger with foreign, they shoot it from RussiaBad vibes in my show like a musherIf she tell me no once, I won't even touch herAll I do is get her out here bushin'Act likeI got been rich, I used to have nothin'Drizzy hit me up like he got another oneMoney ain't even came in from the other oneFuckin' them hot, so I might as well double upSeem like everything, I get on the number oneThey tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' upPeople catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' upEvery city we go to, it be lit as *Tryna put the police on us, get rid of usLet them get by, let them choose sidesWe get M's in by the shoe sizeI don't * with y'all type of kindI done seen all y'all dick ridePrayin' when I'm like I'm Kevin GazeAnd I swear to God, I don't get tiredFrom the treasure, now I'm goin'Spend a whole hundred on a newTake it, * them niggas upTake it, it's too hardMan, it need you too hardTry that back turboYou seen that overseas drip?