Homie called said we hit New Orleans in the morning
Tryna stay high cuz sober I been known to blow without no warning
Run money up, mind wearing down, but I bet I still hit my target
Back pack full of Activis an I don't give a fuck they took it off the market

Kid x called said he got me a couple extra thou that pack was flawless
My team the rawest, got all these fuckin hoes acting extra now
Shot after shot,swish after swish, I ain't never hit the backboard when I ain't call it
Finna change my name to Hellen Keller ain't never seen heard or saw shit

No shorts, no losses bitch creeping on ah come up like I'ma bone thug
Do what the fuck I want high as fuck, no license, no insurance like so what
Big bro the smoke plug, always rolling dro up, loud when I pull up
Big unk trapping out the basement five different kinda drugs an still don't give a fuck

Steady keep it running up, told me”I'll be dead before I'm broke again”
Don't let nobody get in the mothafuckin way just go an get it in
I'ma silver tongued snake my lyrics like venomous sex when I'm spitting it
Been known to explode an feeling extra swole take a head and bust it in

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Slow your roll
How the fuck I'm posed to know you
Where you go to high school
Got shit I'm posed to do

I ain't tryna get angry
but you keep talking at me,
We can go tit for tat quick like that
My Soul for your soul, click then clack

An I'll leave you like the cold north pole,
Truth be told, I ain't even here for that
been tryna lay back, just tryna keep calm
Mouth open, smoking, copping an tossing pills back

Ain't tryna lie, ain't never sold crack
Ain't never fuck with heroin, I ain't even on that
But everybody round here know I hit the trap
With Xanax, Percocet an all that

I been fuckin doing that since way back
When white boys was the only ones that even had that
King b my mothafucka, been always had my back
He been calling out bustas even back when he had that Cadillac

and we was Trappin out the fuckin Dodge Stratus
way back in Oh seven, same summer
he sold me his gold an chrome Smith an Wesson
Told me, let's get it
Been adding numbers up two plus four equal seven

Bitch I know it's six
homie just copped one of them Pill pack from me an he got it on credit,
He been banging them tens off for twelve not eleven
That how hard we grind, whole team we go to get it

Ain't never gave up, been made to pay my penance
Stood up, mouth closed, it wasn't even mine but everybody else ran, so they charged me with it
mom cried when she heard the judge pronounce my sentence


Look inside my eyes, what you see
Clear headed
Cold blooded, when it come to money
I ain't going or it isn't no heaven
preacher preached, an i ain't listen
Worried bout some beef tryna dead it

Only time I'ma ever bow down,is when take my prayers an send em up
Any other time, I'ma stand up, stand tall fresh as fuck
Oh yeah can't shut up so I put it up , go all out now
I'ma keep running until my fuckin numbers up or I fall out

Ball out now in my Jordans, can't stall out now turn up in my trans am, that bitch is gorgeous
Whole team disgusting, just a bunch of riff raff
they Behind bricks, got bricks, or high as fuck tiptoeing down a yellow brick path

an you know I got my pill pack
Just bought a fifth and I smashed, blam, watch out that bitch kick back
I just wanna get cash, hit licks fast,
Just got a black on black Corvette, that bitch fast

Like a big titty freshmen going to homecoming with a senior
Finna fuck it up, raw, like my demeanor
Not all the way right, never been wrong either
Your bitch puffed a bunch of Filipino Peter

You ain't even say shit to me bout it neither
See me have a seizure an the rest ah you hataz can get the heater
Cuz this world cold as fuck, an I seen you at the bus stop
You posed to be making moves, bruh stop

Turn up, Poe up, roll up, smoke up
Until my fuckin lungs pop,
Rep fuckin five one three that's non stop
Don't give a fuck if I ain't hip hop, bet when I pull up my rims clean

whole whip pristine, yeah tip top
I jump out, turn up, the whole fuckin club hop
You know the clique wit me, until the last fuckin drip drop
Got bitches on my brain but I can't stand them thoughts

Can't stand to fuckin think bout nothing but dead guys on green paper
On Adderall since last week, I'll sleep later
I'm so lit when I hit the booth only thing you see is green vapors
Going harder than a redneck playing bluegrass with his finger on the fiddle

burnt, like you passed out cooking ramen, beef flavor
Now the pot black, I don't give a fuck I'm not the kettle
This ain't Monopoly,I ain't rolling dice, I'm not the thimble,
Let's just try and keep this shit plain and simple

If we playing the same fuckin game then you already knew that hulk go harder than a pistol
Wit admantium bullets, cuz yo bitch call me wolverine
Cuz we on that ex man, an I'm extraordinary just schooling