Fuck a bitch and pull off on her, that's a hit and run
32 shots on me, that's a triple-double
Pour a pint in one pop and take a picture of it
Put two girls together, make 'em hit each other
I can't- No, I can't say that, I might get in trouble
I'm just shit talkin', please don't judge me for it
I can say this and that, but that's another story
My auntie son got a pint, he want 40 for it
I'm 'bout to throw him 120 'cause I love my cousin
They tryna piece this shit together like a fuckin' puzzle
Yo' momma brotha smoke crack, oh, he a uncle-uncle
I might say the wrong shit, I need a fuckin' muzzle
Money — is — not — everything
Bitch, come sign your life away to M.I.N.E. Entertainment
If you don't want them **** dancin' in yo' videos
All on stage bouncin' with anotha **** jewelry on
I got the FN on me, we can get it on
The purple bullets exit out, look like a bootyhole
But it'll fuck yo' head up, this bitch a Tootsie Rolls
Hit him in his midsection and make him belly roll
Take a **** money up front, book him for a show
But ain't nobody show up to it, bitch, I'm Jelly Roll
Blowin' opp's blunts with my bitch, she'll cut yo' throat
Runnin' red lights, smokin' weed, but this ain't Belly though
Yo', did you not see that fuckin' red light man?
You think I give a fuck about a motherfuckin' red light? Faggot cop can't touch me! I'm out here smokin' weed, speedin', all that, dawg! Fuck that, that's me!
I got some **** from Nebraska finna come down
They don't sell drugs, they just like them gun sounds
Banana clip on the SK, that's a jheri curl
My **** sellin' Coffee Cakes with the Cherry Swirl
My white fans out in Cali', they know every word
20 thousand dollas for a show, why would I sell a bird?
I'on never sold drugs, I just be talkin' 'bout it
I'm just — a product — of my environment
Bought some all-whites yesterday, had to retire 'em
'Cause I just stumped a **** out, he got the tire-head
Now that shit look like he caught a flat
10 thousand on me at the store, I just bought some black
Five of it came from —, the other five off rap
My cousin sold me a hit pint, but he bought it back
He must've read my IG post, I was gon' off his ass
Lisha used to always get shit free 'cause she was talkin' fast
I guess — it's called the Gift of Gab
**** only got 10 put up, guess I'm a walking stash
