This Week

(Cook that shit up, Quay)

Pulled up sippin' on drank

Told them that I quit, but I can't

I just ran through a whole pint

Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week

Hope a **** don't think I'm sweet

Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep

Everything mine, don't rent it, I keep

All kind of cars, **** check out my fleet

We ran them racks up in the basement

We ain't have no cable

Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors

Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah

I was running through bags on Campbellton

Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this

I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous

I'm rich, got caught with another **** bitch

New G-Wagon, '18, no tints

Can't keep up with the money I spent

I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it

I be hearing rumors they gon' take my chain

I ain't really trippin' if a young **** get it

Hope you got insurance, ****, you gon' die with it

Breaking news, guarantee we make a **** feel it

We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable

Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors

We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors

I never went for extortion, you can't pay a **** to tell you I paid him

Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah

Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah

I had to upgrade my living, yeah

Took me some time, but I did it, yeah

I'm ballin', I stay on my pivot, yeah

Label me one of the real ones, yeah

I see 'em shootin' shots, any one of 'em hit me

We killin' 'em dead

Pulled up sippin' on drank

Told them that I quit, but I can't

I just ran through a whole pint

Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week

Hope a **** don't think I'm sweet

Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep

Everything mine, don't rent it, I keep

All kind of cars, ****, check out my fleet

We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable

Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors

Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah

I was running through bags on Campbellton

Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this

I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous

I like how she watchin' me

This jewelry on me goin' insane

I come from the poverty

This money ain't makin' me change

Everything lit and we go up, yeah

Whole lot of four we throw up

Yeah, my diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah

Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah

All the PT's came from Cinco

Hope them fools don't hit me with the RICO

Still can make a call and get a kilo

Keep it real, you **** know my steelo

Hold that thought, just keep that on the d-low

We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's

We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em re-post

I became a neighborhood hero

Tryna listen to my conversation

Bank account a lot of punctuation

Told the plug, "Ain't no more situations"

Trap house, rollin' Radric Davis

Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah

Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah

Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah

Give a damn what a fuck **** think, yeah

Pulled up sippin' on drank

Told them that I quit, but I can't

I just ran through a whole pint

Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week

Hope a **** don't think I'm sweet

Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep

Everything mine, don't rent it, I keep

All kind of cars, ****, check out my fleet

We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable

Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors

Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah

I was running through bags on Campbellton

Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this

I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous