Uh, ayy (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
Ain't no weed rolled up over there?
Damn, one more time
Ain't no weed rolled up back there?
Fuck, hand me that cup
Uh (Ayy, Wondo, you made this beat? Dang), yeah



My lil' nigga's itchin', he gon' take on all missions

Better not play the field, pussy, I'ma have my dawgs sick 'em

Shoot it out with the whole city, all fifties, all Glizzies

Pop out wearin' black masks, we know most of y'all witnesses

War between some young niggas, likely to involve bitches

Next thing, got a wall for the deceased, room full of our pictures

Feds wanna catch a nigga bad, know they all wishin' (What?)

I'm gettin' rich, so suck a nigga dick, I know that y'all listening

Chains on me all glistening (Uh), blur a bitch vision (Ayy)

Difference is you in that five-sixty (I'm in that six-fifty)

I'm ballin' out, but just like Ja Morant, you didn't pick me, bitch grizzly

Thought I lost it, but I really didn't, big frisbee (Uh)

Started on the block, now I'm worldwide

Nigga, I been trendin' before verified (I been trendin' before verified)

When I saw a murder, I wasn't terrified (I wasn't terrified)

Stuck up in this shit like I'm paralyzed (Like I'm paralyzed)

Gangsters gon' unite, one day our day arrives (Our day arrives)

Thankful for my life, I pray I stay alive (I pray I stay alive)

Movin' like the man 'cause I got bread now (I got bread now)

I can't let the fame get to my head now (Uh, uh-uh)

Thousand dollar cash, mil' skully's on my head now (Ayy, ayy)

But niggas I was thuggin' with, gettin' money with, they dead now

Pain in me, keep the flames with me, nigga blackout, just see red, I

Wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said

I be trying to slow up like, "Herbo, nigga, use your head"

Got a bodyguard, but nigga be really dependin' on that lead

Nigga not no reptile, nothing but tears and bloodshed

Nigga not erectile, but I keep one up in the head (Keep one up)

Niggas fucked up in the head, you get one up in your head

Feel like I'm one up in my head, niggas like, "What's up in your head?"

Oh, that's just tough luck 'cause he scared? Niggas gettin' tucked up in they bed

Oh, you a killer? Why you ain't slayed? What's them face tats and them dreads? (What?)

You a pussy boy (Pussy), go on hits, but you keep missing

You a rookie, or (Rookie) hollows poppin' through your skin

Like some cooking oil (Like some cookin' oil), he ain't really with the sin

He a pussy boy (He a pussy), go and let the smokers in

We been looking for it (Smoke)