[Verse 1: SK]
When I was a youngin' momma hit me in the chest
"Why you got these tardies n***a why you got these F's"
You gone go to school and n***a you gone do yo best
Started eating punches so she let my uncles do the rest
n***as think it's sweet think my bands ain't real
Started jugging and finessin' like I never had a meal
I just f**ed yo hoe, n***a how do you feel
She invited me to her crib to netflix and chill
Flexin' and Finessin' yes I do this sh** the best
If a n***a run up wrong, then that's 2-3 in his chest
Hol' up Hol' up Hol' up, Mary Jane, finna roll up
Pour up Pour up Pour up, Countin' money from the floor up
[Hook]
Count Up, Count Up, Count Up all I wanna do
Truthfully man I could give 2 f**s ´bout you
I can tell he broke cause he don´t make no moves
Riding with them ratchets better keep your coolx2
[Verse 2: SK]
I just stole yo b**h on the downlow (Skrrrt)
I'm way off the sh**s on the downlow (What!)
I'm still selling rocks on the downlow (Damn!)
She gave me good top I kicked her out though (Damn!)
No you can't sleep over you finna walk home
You can´t get no Uber not with my dough
Tell yo b**h come same time tomorrow
Silly hoe I just finessed her iPhone
[Hook]