Ok im back litty again Came in this bitch wit the yen I’m spending money & smokin no chokin you niggas is bogus & broke & cant spit wit no flow I do it wit focus but I gon do all posing ain’t no bragging Back in this bitch & my pockets is saggin Sellin them Ps off all thru traffic It’s easy jus weight it & bag it I used to smoke outta the baggie now I got sips of this shit in my baggie Niggas is trippin but that’s where they had me Out wit the 40 I’m clickin & clackin Ain’t even whippin my bitch got the wagon Back in this bitch & my homies ain’t lackin We hittin niggas if niggas is asking Nigga no talkin nigga you walking we watching you Now you can’t do no more flossing Back in this bitch Ain’t enough money to spend Gotta go do it again Gotta go re up again You txt me less than a 50 then you gon get beat up again Hopped off the porch I was playin wit blickys Im from the dirt but still got some dickies Pretty boy hoes all always tryna convince me But I was so stuck in my ways Rollin crippy Walking from school switchblade against me I had the whole world against me Now I jus see on a whole nothin vision Infrared blunts got my eyes looking dizzy