these hoes keep calling I ain't picking up your bitch keep calling I ain't picking up the dough keep calling I ain't picking up cause lately I don't give a fuck get the fuck up out my house you already know what I'm about selling dubs for ten no more money on your papper route stacking it so high niggas though there was a money drought but I'll bring it right back to the end zone like a running back falling back and forth push that gas up on the Porsche motor roaring so loud it's like we got 5000 horse smoking all this piff to the brain makes me feel so fucking sane push that Molly into frame but all the bitches hear the name they hear the name they fear the power I'm rolling up you know it's sour smoking ounces by the hour cooking coke with the flour cowboy in the saddle no wave all the paddle no sun all shadows no Trump all towers no gun all powder y'all silent we louder she wet no shower eating clams no chowder we spacy no outer come connect no router all man no coward all colors sun showers I feel like I can skate every single obstacle I'll kick flip it Tre flip it anything I throw at you you know I stay on my grind while other niggas wasting Tim you fell off your flow and then I took what was mine time after time nigga I be so WAVYYYYYY sometimes I'm thinking that my mind is going CRAZYYYY I be chillen lazy with my lungs filled with hazey with all my pockets swole from all these niggas paying me most niggas talk with no actions we be counting bread everyday fractions aim them down then you blast em doing switch tricks that's so un avaerage kick push like a Savage copped the fire then a bagged it nigga ran up I had to stab him 12 with the chalk body bag him whole hood tripping it's a tragic sorry for your loss bring it back then rolling up a blunt smell the wax in it pulling up to stunt