Woke up this mornin', fours in my bed Thumbin' through hundreds, it's cramp in my hand Your bitch be gone, I know she a fan You get your dope, it be wrapped in Saran Back to back cash, you know gang ain't playin' If he a opp, you can't save him, ain't sparin' Bitch, you ain't never been in the McLaren I got two bitches, like Bluetooth, I pair him We on the boat, we in Skyam and Penthouse with your hoe I would go hit a lick when I was broke Run with the Migo gang, all that I know Play with this *** and get hung by a rope We got the weed and the dog and the coke Niggas wanna know we was robbin' the North Pistol P, bless his soul We took losses, I can't let it go Money low, had to keep me a dope Strip him out of his clothes, we grippin' them poles Too many losses, now my heart is too cold Can't get caught with these niggas, they foldin' Had to take all the profit for some lows I had to sell everything but my soul They been hatin' on this *** and I know this *** I'ma pop by myself, ain't no codefinit Can't fake it, they know I'm the fuckin' realest Came from Swervin', Hotboxes, on jammin' Skippin' chemistry, now I'm a chemist Ain't no cap in my rug, no, I live it We spend rackets on gallery, dealin' We gon' load up with sticks and ***s, how's I do run? Had to stay down and stack it, my name done got booked I hit a lick, I'm tryna make a wave *** tryna slide, it's time to go skate Somebody dine, say don't do weight They momma keep cryin', they get back amazin' Keep that *** secret, yeah, I came from the pavement Get on wet when I'm sendin' a payment We ain't have a chance, we had to take it Woke up this mornin', fours in my bed Comin' through hundreds, this *** in my hand Your bitch be gone, I know she a fan We get too dope, we be reppin' Saran Back to back cash, you know gang ain't playin' If he a op, you can't save him, I ain't sparin' Bitch, you ain't never been in the McLaren I got two bitches like Bluetooth, I pair him We on the boat, we in Skyam and Penthouse with your hoe I would go hit a lick when I was broke On with the Migo gang, all that I know Play with this *** and get hung by a rope We got the weed and the dog and the coke Niggas want that, we was robbin' the North Pistol P, bless his soul We took losses, I can't let it go I go cold hard in this bitch World's gone, Audemar look like Chris I put a quarter mil' on one fist My neck a watermelon, make you a wish I went to New York, courtside Knicks *** him and dunk him, don't care about the bitch He hatin', I made it, he cuttin' his wrist Catch you a body, we bustin' your wrist We got the badge, look like a farm I got the drop on my opp and my palm Wrap up the brick, the white girl like a nun She want a pot, the GCs'll have fun I was on highway, not great with a bomb Like a tornado, get spent with no warning I got the fire when it's cold, so I'm warm The check I just signed out the line, it's enormous I go attack on the money, we're trappin' for money My niggas don't talk to the O's We play the sys, man, the block what we post I'm in the loft at the top, bloody nose White diamonds, it look like the post Migo gang got my back like a coat Gave them the game, they took the notes We do the most, woke up this morning, fours in my bed Come in through hundreds, it's cramp in my hand Your bitch be gone, I know she a fan We get you dope, it be wrapped in saran Back to back cash, you know gang ain't playin' If he a op, you can't save him, I ain't sparin' Bitch, you ain't never been in the McLaren I got two bitches, like Bluetooth, I pair him We on the boat, we in Skyami, penthouse with your hoe I would go hit a lick when I was broke On with the Migo gang, all that I know Hit with the *** and get hung by a rope We got the weed and the dog on the coat Niggas want that, we was robbin' the North Pistol P, bless his soul Speak to the losses, I can't let it go Strip him out of his clothes, we grippin' them poles