If I Lost It All

[Intro]
(Flexin')
(FOREVEROLLING)

[Chorus]
I had said that I was stupid, I just cracked me a pint
I just poured me up a deuce and I came right back to life
Pour pure codeine, I don't know 'bout you, but I drink clean lean on ice
I turned my soda darkskin, contaminated my Sprite
And if I lost it all today, I'd run it back up off these seals
If I lost it all today, I'd be a real nigga still
Swear if I lost it all today, I'd still forever keep it real
I feel like I'm UGK, I got my diamonds 'gainst the wheel

[Verse]
If I lost it all today, I'd come back up off sellin' pills
Kill a few niggas, I could go get 'em, but I'm not into tattooed tears
Yeah, if my bitch don't drive these bricks, I got another bitch that will
When I see 12 up in my rear, I'm tellin' Jesus take the wheel
'Nother high-speed chase, I got away, I drive this bitch like I got skill
Young nigga been quit playin' sports, why the fuck he still up in the field?
Yeah, bitch, I been quit playin' sports, but I might still me do a drill
I ain't never had shit up on the court, but I got a good shot when I shoot my steel
I'm accurate
Chillin', I'm smokin' extravagant
These bitches you fuckin' embarrassin'
I ran up a dub on the accident
I made love to the money and married it
Like forty a day, I average it
All this money, my son gon' inherit it
How I put on these clothes immaculate
I'ma hit for them racks and go bury it
I just took all my feelings, I buried it
Told the bitch I'll never come back again
You can come to the trap, we got bags in
I might front you if you coppin' more than ten
I been workin' and workin' and focusin'
All this work, man, they finally noticin'
I been turned off this work on some other shit
Make your ho hide the bricks, she my gutter bitch
Got a Glock 17 with a thirty clip
Hit an opp with a Glock, got a dirty dick
He say he runnin' what? Never heard of it
All my youngins, they worship this murder shit
Might just whack you for laughin', you know that we active
My nigga, we ain't with all that funny shit
Every day, we be trappin', controllin' the traffics
You know that we on some get money shit
Disregardin' the fact that I'm takin' off rappin'
You know that I'm still with that other shit
We got 4 Pockets Full, we keep four choppers full
Nigga play and we put him on punishment
Presidential Rolexes and real VVSs
I'm starting to feel like the president
I'm the man in my section, got it out the dirt
Now I pull up, I'm lookin' so elegant
I fell asleep rockin' sixteen-inch necklaces
She ate me for breakfast, I woke up and exited
Her head game a fool, I can't lie, I'm obsessed with it
I put codeine on my blunts on some Texas shit
These bitches be fallin' in love with my etiquette
Two hoes at once, these bitches some lesbians
Million-dollar phone, I'ma get this shit gone
The plug love me 'cause I work like a Mexican

[Chorus]
I had said that I was stupid, I just cracked me a pint
I just poured me up a deuce and I came right back to life
Pour pure codeine, I don't know 'bout you, but I drink clean lean on ice
I turned my soda darkskin, contaminated my Sprite
And if I lost it all today, I'd run it back up off these seals
If I lost it all today, I'd be a real nigga still
Swear if I lost it all today, I'd still forever keep it real
I feel like I'm UGK, I got my diamonds 'gainst the wheel

[Outro]
Yeah, keep it right there
Keep all that