| I just scraped it off the top |
| Cut it off the road, off the curb, off the block |
| Was already sold out of work by ten o’clock |
| Ten deep in the streets |
| Felt that pain but it meant a lot |
| Whenever she calls |
| No matter what I gotta do |
| I’m movin' with a tool |
| I pity that fool |
| Yeah, uh |
| Tell me what I gotta do |
| Pull up in a bucket coupe |
| One for me and for you |
| Like what the motherfucks a roof |
| I’m off the chain don’t cut me loose |
| I’m off the chain, I’m off the noose |
| Get 'em picked off Bentley white like cotton |
| Presidential so good, my doors don’t gotta lock 'em |
| Wash the dirty money with the oxy |
| I miscount 'cause I’m off of oxy |
| These niggas faker than a damn proxy |
| Callin' my shooter he said copy |
| Get that nigga plucked like a boogie |
| I like riches hit like noogies |
| How the fuck you ain’t scared of no nigga |
| But you scared to put on your hoodie |
| Man my buzz light like Woodie |
| I just scraped it off the top |
| Cut it off the road, off the curb, off the block |
| Was already sold out of work by ten o’clock |
| Ten deep in the streets |
| Felt that pain but it meant a lot |
| Whenever she calls |
| No matter what I gotta do |
| I’m movin' with a tool |
| I pity that fool |
| New toys, convoys |
| Hundred carrots on my neck, my boy |
| That a hundred bunny rabbits trynna get, my boy |
| From the cabbage I collect, my boy |
| So you niggas is gorillas? Let me check, my boy |
| Say nothin' silly you regret, my boy |
| 'Cause we got banana clips on the tecs, my boy |
| And I can send it in a text, my boy |
| Thumbs up or the emoji with the flex, my boy |
| Personalize every threat (thread?), my boy |
| Toll Free: that’s direct, my boy |
| And if you need a couple keys I’m the connect, my boy |
| Off the top |
| I just scraped it off the top |
| Cut it off the road, off the curb, off the block |
| Was already sold out of work by ten o’clock |
| Ten deep in the streets |
| Felt that pain but it meant a lot |
| Whenever she calls |
| No matter what I gotta do |
| I’m movin' with a tool |
| I pity that fool |