[Verse 1: Hop]
They want to see a n***a feel, so they gon' set me up
But I just keep spending money, it always double up
Free the real ones out the pen, I keep my prayers up
She said she wanted Chanel, and I told her maybe not
I only hang with the realest, TF, we in the building
I got my glizzy in the tuck, yeah it'll k** a n***a
I want the money, the money, and I just want the money
sh**, I got a lot of love, but not like for the money
I got some weed rolled in the Back, while I'm sippin' Act
I get them texts like "Wya", I don't forget my strap
See, they just want a youngin' dead because I'm getting fed
Yeah, they got bread up on my head, but that ain't in my head
Yeah, a n***a getting fat, but that ain't where I'm at
I'm in the Lincoln getting neck, right up in the back
f**ed her on the waterbed, she open up them legs
She said, "Come here and give me head"
Nah b**h, you give me head!
I put that sauce up in my drink and I fly to the moon
I'm watching news and eating Shrooms right in my bedroom
p**y, p**y, that's p**y for p**y
In the bank, I'm eating cookies while I'm counting cookies
So I pray to God I live to see another day
While my eyes roll back from smoking all that haze
Rocking all black, they ask and I just tell 'em Bape
[Verse 2: Dave Wick]
Is it our fault, 'cause the way that we living?
I think the government was a way just to sway our decision
They put that coke in my community, my brothers in prison
But if them people try to catch me, Jigaboo over fences
I love this life that I'm living, ayy
'Cause nothing is given, ayy
I trap with my n***as, ayy
Go get it, yeah every day
If my n***as, they ain't got it, then they gonna find a way
Won't trap like them other boys, 'cause I'm tryna get it, ayy
[Verse 3: NyQuil]
It ain't no more trippin', trappin'
I been sippin', dippin', dabbin'
Rippin' hits and rapping
Hitting licks on anyone who lackin'
Don't you ever try to run up if none you mothaf**as packin'
Attackin', clap clap, we snappin'
We living just like a movie, and all my squad yeah we Actin
Got Oscars up in the trap, and the Golden Globe's on the dash
It's an ocean up on the track, I stay frozen, my wrist on flash
No emotion, I'm overdosin'
Got potent sh** in the Back
And we smoking O's of the pack
We be blowing until we crash
I'm just hoping that we don't crash
That's his girl, yeah, but he don't smash
I just leave that hoe in the trash, yeah yeah