1:45 in Milwaukee

Ayy, bust one

I hop out, ten killers, two BPs in the parking lot

This shit for real, this some shit I can't even talk about

**** get to playin' with that cheese, I be done, lost my top

Show you how to cook a quarter ki' up in a coffee pot

Can't no **** call my bluff, can't no **** call me out

Drop a brick on him like, "Ayy, Deebo, stall him out" (Ayy, Deebo, stall him out)

Uh-huh, yeah, I used to hide the books at T.T. Tyra house

Huh, my celly first plea was thirty, I watched him cry about it

I was dead broke, out here grindin', I wasn't ridin' poutin'

I don't need no **** to scratch my back, I'm scratchin' streets up in his wide body

Hmm, book 'em back-to-back, I'm back-to-back, I'm like a chiropractor

50K in cash, got thigh pads on like a linebacker

357 Glock, I dropped a rock, bitch, I ain't tryin' wrestle

Two hundred fifty thousand, all profit, got her mind baffled (Uh-huh)

Quit talkin' hundred-thousands, I'm beyond that

****, I done ran up some millions with my comrade

Can't hear a broke a ****, I'm like, "What? Lil' John back" (What? What? What?)

I'm on the East Side smokin' 'bows like they dime bags

Huh, I don't like gettin' my dick sucked in the car 'cause I drive fast

Glock 10 milli', 29, this bitch compact

I flew here for two hundred fifty pounds, but I'm gon' drive back

Wanna get some money (You work for me), come on, let me show you where the sign at

Ayy, just follow me real quick, my **** (Uh, uh)

I'ma show you how to get you together real fast, yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

Shit wasn't even no long process or nothin' (Tss)

My ****, yeah, we turnt up and I'm in it, my ****, just follow me (Tss, tss, tss, tss)

I might lose my hair, I'm fuckin' her, I'm bald (Uh)

I don't wanna hear about your Lamb' trucks or Maybachs, I already bought 'em, uh

Hundred 'bows with my legs, I'm flyin' through Delta, I pray the dog don't sniff it

Main goal was to make a meal, I did, now I want a hundred and fifty

Six bitches in a Cadillac, rich for real, BP the 'Cat

Go buy hiself a couple hats

Gave my jewelry to Cam,, can't relate to that

Hundred 'bows, put it in a U-Haul truck, I'm prayin' they make it back

Fuckin' a model from the back, no condom, still have safe for sex

Bad bitch hit her knees and suck it

Timbs on like Dion Duttons

Foxx for real, I'll kill my cousin, I chose her like Willa Hutchet

Dope sellin', forgis swingin' Chevy, I come from the country

Rolls fuckin' gold, Presidential Rollie, feel like Donald Trump

I ain't fuckin' ratchets for the black AP, big 'Lac like Barack Obama

More dollars than my followers, fucked her, ate out her mama

We got smoke in the whole city, we done bulletproofed Trackhawks and Hondas

Wearin' all black, six months straight, feel like Kanye Donda

Baby boots and Birkins up, image, I can't fuck that up

I can't keep a ho for nothin', Foxx shit like I seen her run (Yeah)

I ain't trust none of that you savin' his share, at every show I got my gun

Every store I got my drum, every tss I got my— uh

I hit rock bottom so much, I thought I had war with the top

Bet your empire let another ****, while they payin' work for nothin'