Nigga, my style fall on triple
See you lockin' the opps
Picture we shootin' extra
We don't like them niggas
I just told you nigga
I ain't never lackin
Bet I keep a Pilsner
I bet I blow this bitch
I don't give a f*ck
If it's one bullet in the trigger
I just talked to bag
He said pull up
Got you six figures
Not to mention
First week I met him
He gave me four nickels
You might think I'm cappin
This check he gave me
I can get six hundred Pilsners
Told my foster
Let's go to Blackville
And go f*ck with the gorillas
One from my shoe
Was gettin' shot up
So I kept my fire in my pillow
I just spent like
Four hundred thousand
Told block if a nigga
Play with you
My foxes gon' get him
Me and bag on Wall Street
Told block we need sixty bitches
Thirty thousand dollars
On his head
That's a smushed pilka
I love all my bitches
But I don't rough on
Them hoes with the pimpin
I just told this bitch
Just get up off me
I don't even want no dealings
I just told my nigga
Soon you catch him
You bout to hang out the ceiling
Free my niggas
That sit in that ceiling
My cop put stars in the ceiling
Poppin' shit
One of my bank accounts
Six hundred thousand, nigga
Huh
A thousand, nigga
Yeah
A thousand, nigga
Yeah