(hook)
I don't want no pennies n***a better take that sh** back
Want look like penny loafers n***a better fix that
My blunt not no b**h no you can't go hit that
I'm eating ton ton and imma go and kick back
You better run run cause imma knock your sh** back
This sh** ain't for fun cause all I do is spit facts
Now you get your sh** wack, Yeah you gone get wack
I got trust funds just for my f**ing kicks man
(verse 1)
n***a I ain't amateur, I swear imma blam at ya
And I got a hammer tucked off sh** yeah he gone yell at ya
Cause I been counting lots of guap
b**hes on that friending stuff
n***as hating, n***a stop
Acting like we friends or something
I call the gang they leave you wet
Hit you with a tec or something
Leave you froze stone cold
Hit your a** with a stunner
And my wrist cold year round
In the winter and the summer
Yo b**h showed it Oh wow
Guess I'm a f**ing vet or something
Finna shoot you with this tec I'm bussing
And yo girl shirt looking wet and busted
Ketchup no DJ Mustard
RcG, No I ain't Sosa
(hook)
(verse 2)
Call me Phillip cause i got the banks
Riding round with a f**ing bank
Plus on me I got a lot of stink
Yeah the tree you know it f**ing stink
And I'm finna hit this f**ing stain on yo mama
And I pull up in that Audi truck f** your Honda
You ain't get no damn money, You go find it
Finding sh** on the ground, Go buy you some diamonds
What the f** you thought
I got so much money and my Glock is finna pop
Gone pop at your boys boy
You ain't got no toys though
(hook)