| Ooh, Sav killed it |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| Aight |
| I ain’t gotta lie to y’all, I’ma speak the truth |
| Call the drank plug, tell him «I'm seekin' juice» |
| He had a pint, I bought fourteen, let him keep a deuce |
| Made a legal two hundred on house arrest, it’s unbelievable |
| Just set a goal you wanna reach, it’s achievable |
| Bitch, you better feel special if I sleep with you |
| Pop up out a nigga trashcan like «Peek-a-boo» |
| Yellow Trans-am with black stripes, look like Pikachu |
| Don’t tell me if them other niggas hatin', that’s what people do |
| He was the first to shoot, got jammed and told, it’s believable |
| I’m toxic, tell every bitch I fuck «I wanna be with you» |
| The sex boring, I’m tryna try some new shit, let me pee on you |
| Money make the world go 'round, time never mattered |
| Took a plea for five, I ain’t wanna tell, the time never mattered |
| Yeah, I see you got a cute bitch, but mine’s even badder |
| I see you got a roll, but I got on Girbauds, mine even fatter |
| You call me with the pills, ain’t gotta run, I told Peezy grab 'em |
| I’m bringin' trap back, talkin' 'bout crack, they think Jeezy rappin' |
| But the bricks ain’t seventeen-five no more |
| My bitch blew it tryna argue, I’m not even high no more |
| I just drunk my whole pint and I can’t even find no more |
| Bought a brick and cut the wings off, it can’t even fly no more |
| My bitch think she Aaliyah, I let her ride the boat |
| Four funerals in one month, I can’t cry no more |
| Take four percocets, they relieve the stress |
| Money don’t matter, I know some millionaires that’s depressed |
| Nigga said I can’t hit his bitch, that’s a bet |
| Hold on, the motor in the back of the car, that’s a Vette? |
| Yeah, it’s a C8, it’s a 2020 |
| I got all these racks from shit talking, this ain’t funny money |
| Girl, them niggas buy the whole bar, they got MONEY money |
| That’s what the hoes say, we walked in Truth with a hundred on us |
| Monkey nuts on the PLR, it’s a hundred on it |
| You wanna find the pills I just stuffed? Cut her stomach open |
| Mix the wockhardt with the red, that’s a different potion |
| All the hoes I fuck call me Willis, I be different stroking |
| When lil bro ain’t have no bread I threw a biscuit on him |
| Tape two thirty clips together, it’s a sixty on it |
| I’m still shocked the way she suck dick, she left a hickey on it |
| This an SRT Durango, I spent fifty on it |
| I’on just be shit talking, I’m a vocalist |
| Morton Grove or Akorn Hi-Tech, I don’t want no Tris |
| She steady on my head tryna fuck, I don’t want your bitch |
| Riding with a Glock, the police get behind me, I’ma throw this bitch |
| I know she got some good pussy, 'cause her shoulders big |
| Said I was done with this pint, I’ma open it |
| I got a pretty bitch with a fat ass, she lotion thick |
| Bitch, I feel like EastSide 80's I want this shit |