Turn me up, Primo. Let's get it.Primo Beast on the track.Ay, wilder, nigga.Ah-ha!What the * going on? Where my gun at?Baby bottles in here got me feeling like a rug rat.If they don't hit him in the head, then it's a love tap.Hood rich niggas still quick to hit a hood rat.They don't like me quite frankly, I don't give a *.Last night, 30 minutes straight, I was counting up.My nigga Drewski out here running through the Cali boxes.One sign just had told me he need all exotics.I just touched down in Cali and I got some buyers.Common sense and a license and you getting hired.If you caught me and you need it, then it's going down.Seven days, I just ran through a hundred pounds.Just cooked a quarter brick, ain't even had a mask on.Can't do no hold, you know it's going fast, buddy.Ain't counting up all day, I know I got a lot, though.Rain, sleet, and snow, I'm still swerving through the potholes.This nigga just slid down with the thigh holes.They think they that, in reality, they not, though.Mag and bank roll on me, but I left a scale.I ain't no cash app, nigga, baby, send your Zill.You at what you need, it's a lot of rhyme.I be all through the city, but I'm from the town.Love the ball plays, I still got a grim spot.Walking like a fresh prince, stepping like I'm Hancock.I was a half-knock, still made it out.Made my mama proud, she know I made it count.My credit excellent, nigga, and I don't scam.You always gotta do it for the fam.My brother in the FedMac selling wham-whams.I be running through the Flintstones, nigga, bam-bam.Down like the dark *, nigga, all ten.Down even want perks, nigga, all fin.I don't give a * about it, bitch, it's all fair.Every time I touch down, bitch, I call in.Every time you see niggas, put that call in.Better ask about me, I don't do too much playing.I don't do too much playing, nigga.Wilder.Hey, Ford, tell these niggas I don't do too much playing, nigga.Hey, Ford, tell these niggas I don't do too much playing, nigga.Wilder.