[Verse: Skeme]
(Right)
I'm just trying to find me a lick (yeah)
Ride around town with a stick (yeah)
Top down on a European whip (yeah)
And I'm getting topped down by your sis (yeah)
Ya'll n***as ain't have no chips
Ya'll little n***as don't belong on the 5th
Ya'll can't afford the sh** that I sip
250 on that Activis zip
You the type that get plummed by a b**h
I am the type that the same b**h sit
I am a psych keep a gun on my hip
Talk talk get the gun to your lip
You the type that keep talking talking
Talking talking till you get hit
Same n***a keep lying lying
Lying lying tell me like you rich
You need to peel to cheer up
You need to pint to cheer up
I don't need nothing to cheer up
If you push the bu*ton then I m trip
You f** around I'ma double the clip
Let em go till it none in the clip
Since today had so much
I'ma push it up on this sh**
I really got bros in Atlanta
Went to name was some coffins countless
I put a 4 in peace, christ
20 hours give a f** about the fam
All of my n***as some gangstas
Big B's and red bandanas
The shawty I m f**ing your who*e
Deal Deal Deal Deal
You a Santana
The b**h I'ma truth ain't no doubt about it
My gunner gonna shoot ain't no doubt about it
Gang Gang Gang Gang
You can't it hear around b**h you ain't got about it
If you say money ain't a thang
Then you must had the sh**
I came from rag to riches
I got the right to be braggin b**h
I don't know nothing a n***a like me
Can't know nothing a n***a like me
I don't know nothing a n***a like me
Can't know nothing a n***a like me
I don't know nothing a n***a like me
Can't find you n***a like me
I don't know nothing a n***a like me
Cause there ain't one
b**h I am serious
Yeah, Yeah
All that sh** we know who it