Cut My Fingertips

[Verse]
They like, "Oh, no, Goddamn, not him again"
Bitch, I got that good dope, that shit make your head spin
Got to stack them hundreds up, fifties, twenties and them tens
I don't fuck with niggas, bitch, them Glock's be my best friends
That AK coming soon, damn, I think I need a set of twins
Fucked that bitch so good, I think she need some estrogen
Know a couple niggas selling white like a Mexican
And if you got them prices in the trap, tell them let me in
Fuck it, tell them send it in the air like some pelicans
Put money on your head if you insulting my intelligence
Need another address, I might mail it to my bitch
Out in California, bitch, I'm smoking on a elephant
If I rob my plug, then I got to hit Saks Fifth
Can't come to Memphis Ten, pussy-boy, bitch, you getting stripped
Just ran out of drank, I think I need a new script
All I do is kick in the trap, counting blue chips
Smoking so much dope, damn, I'm getting blue lips
Counting so much money up, I think, I think I cut my fingertips
Watch a pound break down like a damn toothpick
Get that pack by Monday, then it's gone by Tuesday
I got to get my cheese, make it spread like some cool whip
And you ain't never sold shit, then nigga, boy, you useless
Designer on me, baby, know I got to stay exclusive
Can't fuck with True Religion, I ain't even Jewish
Please don't play no games with me, I am not a Juul stick
Oops, I mean joystick, I'm thinking about that Uzi
Stay up out my way, run you over like it's two whips
That pistol gon' get smart with ya if you playing stupid, nigga