(This shit gon' be crazy, Jack)
Ayy, money on my head, still ride with the top off
Really came from shit, now a lil' nigga big boss
I was on the phone every time it was shots called
Why the fuck I'ma speak if a nigga don't know y'all?
Hit him twenty-one times, like tunk
I ain't got a ho card, uh-uh
If it ain't OG, it's Runtz
Know the hood tried to lose me; we won
I got on two Rollies, still don't know what time it is
I do not know what I spent on designer gifts
Pitchin' out death threats, we get 'em out of here
Hope she got insurance, I hit her from the rear
I rock Alexander, ignorin' dancers
She know she won't see me again
She told me put it on camera (Ayy)
I told her, "Thanks" for her manners
Niggas know it's like Chiraq up in that field
I'm thuggin', I'm still riskin' my career
Tote more sticks than North Korea
12 had did a sweep, too many vacuum seals
He not a gangsta, he just react up off of fear
The neighborhood doctor, you feel me?
I'm turnin' my problems to millions
You die if you jump in that water
You cannot swim where the sharks at
Vacant, but I'm hearin' voices
Slime, it can get poisoned
Nigga, you wasn't with me way way back when I was dead broke
When I couldn't make a sack turn even with a telescope
Ayy, money on my head, still ride with the top off
Really came from shit, now a lil' nigga big boss
I was on the phone every time it was shots called
Why the fuck I'ma speak if a nigga don't know y'all?
Hit him twenty-one times, like tunk
I ain't got a ho card, uh-uh
If it ain't OG, it's Runtz
Know the hood tried to lose me; we won
I got on two Rollies, still don't know what time it is
I do not know what I spent on designer gifts
Pitchin' out death threats, we get 'em out of here
Hope she got insurance, I hit her from the rear
I rock Alexander, ignorin' dancers
She know she won't see me again
She told me put it on camera (Ayy)
I told her, "Thanks" for her manners
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