Uh
We in this bitch, foe, we in this
This like the 40th L in this bitch, so
Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite
Bitch, you heard me right

Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight

Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice

Bitch, this shit like Cosa Nostra, yeah, you heard it right

Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right

I made a lot out a little

I ain't gon' hop out, I'm with you

I ain't gon' plot against you

If they turn, I'm hoppin' the fence too



I started out with nothin'

I ain't have a pot to go piss to

You rich, I'm rich as a bitch too

I'll spin a dub in this bitch too

And bitch I stay with Sizzle

We made a lot from little

Exotic chucks from out the Runtz

I fill the blunt with Skittles

And bitch, this clique don't fit you

Pause, suck a dick too

You know I stay glued to this pistol

Cock that bitch back, it's the ritual

Bitches like pitbulls, I'ma sic at you

Gotta get you up outta here, we sinkin' you

Had to hop out the Audi and get the coupe

Got two Bentleys, them bitches identical

'Bout to get a Lambo truck when it drop

Told foenem it's merch, that's on Rock

That don't mean after that I'm gon' stop

I might get another whip if it's more hot

You know I ain't gotta ride with the door locked

Got some shit on my lap like a robot

So I gotta bust a left at the roadblock

Bust a right, hop out on your block

We ain't tryna spot you, that's adios

Fuck around and get did like Geronimo

Could see that boy head when you got close

He was fuckin' with somebody mama, though

In the street all you got is your honor, though

Get respect, yeah, that bitch like a pot of gold

Went to school of hard knocks and graduated

Yeah, I stayed on the block like the honor roll

But I stayed bumpin' heads with my mama though

Started gettin' money, now she think she my homie

Bought a Glock, I ain't get it from Carlos

I was livin' two blocks right up off Stoney

Shoot this bitch broad day if you run up on me

Two hundred in the crib so I'm comin' home, then

You ain't even got five hundred to your name

Couldn't even bury yourself, pussy, run along, then

Now your mama fucked up, callin' your homies

And they broke as fuck, tell me what they gon' load in?

Bullets leave a nigga fucked up like pneumonia

Nah, nigga got me fucked up, run up on him

Man, a nigga done lucked up, he ain't a goner

Man, this bitch done jammed up, I don't want here

Man, hand me that other bitch, spin the corner

Man, you on that sucker shit, spin the corner, uh



Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite

Bitch, you heard me right

Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight

Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice

Bitch, this shit like Cosa Nostra, yeah, you heard it right

Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right

I made a lot out a little

I ain't gon' hop out, I'm with you

I ain't gon' plot against you

If they turn, I'm hoppin' the fence too



You'd be surprised

If you need me, what you find

I'm like beep beep, GT flyin'

And I'm knee-deep in these diamonds

Not yet, you ain't realized

Got opportunities, you just minimizing

You just want immunity and you'll disguise in it

Ooh, I should put one of your eyes in it

Didn't your granny ever tell you to mind business?

It's only yours, pussy, close them doors, pussy

We don't got no two neighbors on the same floor, ain't no recordin', looky

I smoke exotic, ditched the Runtz, Biscotti or some more Cookie

That shit you smokin' on a hundred a zip, you can't afford lookin'

Lil' bro countin' racks he made off sports, he like his own bookie

I just left from Saks to find the shorts that match my Fendi hoodie

They offered me 200 racks to wear this clothing line, I should've took it

I told 'em I need a milli' 'cause I stay fresh as fuck, I was bein' bumptious

Really I was bein' silly, 'cause that shit was wack as fuck, I ain't even want shit

Belaire sent my money a couple months ago, I ain't even touched it

Told 'em I want it full when I go on tour, but that's another subject

Know I'ma bring the gang but we'll speak later 'cause that's another budget

Afterparty's booked, that's another quarter just to go out in public

Know foenem tryna fuck with all the hoes and shit so I'm like, "Fuck it"

Everybody came to party, but a few startin' some', what's all that ruckus?

Know we gon' go retarded, bitch, it's hundred shots on all our busters



Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite

Bitch, you heard me right

Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight

Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice

Bitch, this shit like Cosa Nostra, yeah, you heard it right

Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right

I made a lot out a little

I ain't gon' hop out, I'm with you

I ain't gon' plot against you

If they turn, I'm hoppin' the fence too