Fresh off the street
Rap on that beat
Rake in the check
Gone in a week
Pop in the clip
Packin the heat
Smoke it up drink it up sleep and repeat
Break up a line
Hit from behind
Diamond so bright that shit make you go blind
Back to the trap then its back to the grind
Hit from the blunt and im outta my mind
Yeah
Triple chain shooters be wild
State got that black and white paper on file
Money so long it be stretchin a mile
Got the best plug in the game on the dial
I got da gas homie roll up a spliff
Shit be so loud i get high off a whiff
Bitch all you do is watch doctor phil 24/7
And line up some xannies to sniff
Bitch on the real what the fuck you be trippin on
Poppin that seal what the fuck you be sippin on
Heat up da dab what the fuck you be rippin on
Bitch im a g what the fuck you be crippin on
Talk all that shit bitch you finna get hit
Rollin my homies be so fuckin lit
Write a new song turn that shit to a hit
5-0 pull up we be ready to split
Ballin so hard we ain't never gon quit
All of this ice on my neck im the shit
Bitch suck it down dont be tryina spit
Home in g vegas we came from the pit
My gang pull up with da heat
Hop out the bentley we hittin the street
If you niggas got problems just say where to meet and we
Pull up we saved ya lil bitchass a treet
You can keep the reciept i ain't playin no take backs
Bitch i be rackin my bands like a haystack
Blood on the scene clean it up with some ajax
Smokin that gas put a g in a bluntwrap
All of my homies they pull out the draco they shake you like michael j fox on the pole
All of these niggas they hatin they hatin hey sayin my triple chain fake but it gold
All of my bitches be smokin that purple they geekin and hittin the oozyglunt bowl
Dont got no time for a nigga get silly they pull up we put they shit back on the roll
All of this cash
Breakin my bank
All of this hash
Light up the dank
Pushin my comfort zone flew out the window i write a new track every night wit a drank
Pull up at murphys we stay til it closes til final call turns into blackout
Pull up at dori’s she finish the story with meme they smokin us back out
Droppin the top and we cruise it in neutral my nigga be throwin a rack out
Rappin and trappin and strappin and cappin they blue light us throwin the sack out
Yeah, on the real homie i got this
Paper on paper on paper i rock this
Lyrics so fast i dont know how to stop this
Rake all the bands in as soon as i drop this
Bitch you ain't heard of lil L the supreme mother fucker i tear this shit up like a contract
Talkin bout one hunned thousand a label i swear these producers be ON crack
Boy when i hit it i swear it won't be too long before i put yo bitch right in my contacts
Homie i put all that pussy ass mumble rap straight in the trash to get compact
Boy i been told you that triple chain mafia tearin up murphys till we hit the floor
All of these bitches they tryna milk all my money i show em the way to the door
All of these niggas they tryna stop little l before he hit the big score
All of these rappers on xanax and lean take a tip from the king imma top that shit hardcore