Wake up all I think about is green
If it ain't bout the money, ain't no getting in between
I'm sippin lemonade give a f*ck about the lean
And bro a crash out he always tryna leave a scene
Pop up out the cut and make a nigga jaw drop, scream
Think it's 2K when I hoop, cause when I shoot, green
You still flodging for the net and you broke, nigga please
Yall suck better than my bitch, I swear yall niggas love to leech
I'm still waiting for the drop, yall remind me of the beat
Huh, run up on me wrong pick him up, rest in peace
Huh, brodie love leaving bloodshed through the streets
Huh, we don't do the talking through the gram, that's police
If you want the smoke, send a lo, we could meet nigga
I ain't caught a B but I can tell you that I bleed niggas
Abusive relationship with the chop cause it beat niggas
Cuddy said he saw another opp, he think he different
Nigga you ain't different till you-
I'm in the back of the back of the maybach truck just sitting here waiting for action
Bro say he ain't smoke in three days, he said he feining to catch em
I told bro don't trip, we spinnin back and back until we tag em
Bro gon whip the SRTs & Hellcats, I whip Benz & Ashtons
Like which one whip the fastest?
Can't stop me I'm in my baggage
Judah poured a four so f*ckin slow that shit move like molasses
Bitch saw me and couldn't believe her eyes, like where the f*ck her glasses?
Brodie slapped switch on that stick, I shot my blick and hit the fastest
Like how I do that shit with my lil semi-automatic?
If you slap G-flex up on that stick it won't work till you blast it
And if you tryna get a switch, then please don't do the plastic
Like a TV put him on the news cause I want all the static
You get it?
Cause by own, bitch I'm a crash addict
Had to dump my block inside the plaza, I got bad habits
Lil bro tote a stick, that's day to day, but I ain't mad at it
Just to live this life gotta survive just to pass at it
Toting my blick in the club, might shoot shit up, tell dj play my tape
It's one hunnid fifty plus in shots you better not come this way
When I call for dracs, ain't talking bout jaaybo or bout Aubrey Drake
Im tryna let this big 7.62 eat a nigga face
Huh, meet him with the drac
Choppa, make him run away
Hawk em, send him on a date
Doctors, that's a closed case
Huh, meet him with the drac
Choppa, make him run away
Hawk em, send him on a date
Doctors, that's a closed case
Yall thought I was done? I'm having fun rappin on instrumentals
I shoot choppa dumb these niggas think a nigga turning mental
I said pass the lead, she gave me stick without the f*ckin pencil
She know what it is, gave her a kiss then hopped inside the rental
Aye, what the f*ck
Aye, huh
Aye, Judah turn me up (Aye AMG)
Tell them niggas tap in with the shop if they want better blunts
All my niggas got that grown shit, bitch put down the runtz
Brodie back and forth from Cali every week them bowls up
Yo hoe like a turkey on thanksgiving how she getting stuffed
It ain't safe cause yo hoe like a safe the way she getting crunch
Like a manual you know I never slip up on my clutch
Yea bitch I'm getting chicken, bitch I know you hear that cluck
Shoot for the stars, land on the moon and I'm still going up
Like a drunk bitch you better watch what you be throwin up, on gang
