Huh

If you a real live gangsta ass ****, throw your shit up

Give a fuck 'bout where you from, all them trill **** with us

Everybody got a gun, pussies still will get hit up

And I'm still with that shit, I just be chill, tryna fill up

Got that .40 riding E, all in the field, need a fill up

And I'm really chasing mills, ****, I'm just being real

Everybody running wild now, I'm just being still

Unless I'm still on the roll or I'm still gone off a pill

And I don't got a deal, I drop the office some meals, I'm eating for real

Soon as I walk in the building, everybody in there could tell, I'm eating for real

Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk, I don't even floss

Leave you with some of this sauce, teach you to learn from a loss and look like a boss

Everybody won't pay that cost, this YSL, not Hugo Boss

I'm high as hell, I'm finna cough

Folks coughing up a storm, get that Z head, then swallow

We was fools, eating, selling all that food, shout out Ralo

Fuck boy don't make the news! Front your move, catch a hollow

If them people question me 'bout anything, "Hell If I know"

I just had court yesterday, I get depressed whenever I go

But I still gotta wake up and get fresh whenever I go

I got swag like I'm Capo, I know

Everybody think I'm rich now

Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh?

You don't think I'm still with that shit now?

You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?

You was really barely in that shit, huh?

You ain't never have to blow your stick, huh?

You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?

You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?

On the road and shit, huh?

You was in most of that shit, huh?

Always broke as shit, huh?

Never post that shit, huh?

I'ma die a gangsta and you know that shit, huh?

Death before dishonor, ****, and you know that's it, huh?

I'm still with that shit, bitch, pistol in whip, bitch

And I'm riding automatic, bitch, this ain't no stick shift

And you know I switch clips like I switch whips

Bank been seeing me like all week, this my sixth trip

I've been smoking pasto all day, this my last zip

Walk around with that Kriss Vector, make his ass flip

I ain't want his blood on my hand, so his ass Crip

Herbo let him 'lone, that's my mans, get your ass killed

Herbo been alone, where he been? Running up them bands

**** sleep away all they days, fucking with them Xans

And I got a whole lotta gram but I'm not the man

**** lose it all for the 'Gram, bet that wasn't the plan

And I do it all for the fam and did for the fans

I done been through failure and all, that made me a man

I been back from hell with my dogs and I'd go again

Anyone want smoke again? We let 'em know again

He go to the store again, they just bought four again

Won't tote no .44 again, I blew a F and N

I thought I was flexing, then I racked up, tryna float a Benz, Swervo!

(G Swervo, you know what the fuck is up, not today, bitch)

Yeah, everybody think I'm rich now

Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh

You don't think I'm still with that shit now?

You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?

You was really barely in that shit, huh?

You ain't never have to blow your stick, huh?

You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?

You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?

On the road and shit, huh?

You was in most of that shit, huh?

Always broke as shit, huh?

Never post that shit, huh?

I'ma die a gangsta and you know that shit, huh?

Death before dishonor, ****, and you know that's it, huh?