il comin up I'm comin up I'm comin up out this bitch i run it up club fuck it you ain't tough as us lil bitchgot that gun wit us us we fuckin buss ain't nothin 2 trust we got rich started off with half then doubled up to a brick want that flooded all on my wrist get this money for all of my kids ain't shit funny trick trust i dont grin got the fuck out the pen I lost alot but now I'm gone win god forgive me for all of my sins my son died I started to sniff cried so much I'll never forget even when I'm high remember that shit drive bye I dont ride witout a full clip doubt me now you're all on my dick but in county you never accept when nigga called u collect now u see I flex now u got some regrets but it trust it hoe I ain't stressed can't manipulate me wit sex rather get that paper instead baby heard what I said making moves I made the news I dont hate u boo I'm blessed got tattoos on my flesh yeah cash rule not respect so I gotta stay wit tech cuz the wolves out here be hungry get backstabbed over the money yeah they act like they just love me stack of cash in my country crack crystal meth that fentanyl patch yeah I stack of junky used to lack and was bummy see e laughing smoked that hash now I got munchies i dont gotha.act that really facts that struggle in the past with hustle snatch the cash of the muscle always had to keep my dirty mask cuz its lucky heard these niggas in trap turning fuck me but see