[Intro]
([?])
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the, what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste management business

[Verse]
Furious, tryna get me quarter million for a tape but I don’t feel like rappin'
How the fuck is I'ma leave this crib when it’s racks inside the mattress?
Everybody 'round me savage, they droppin' shit just to make me happy
I got on this Rick, you can't find it, so don't look (Don't look for this shit)
You reach, n***a, you cooked, these hundreds on me look like a book
Your bitch say she tired of you, she wanna ride with me
Shе told me you be smokin' mid, she wanna gеt high with me
I'm ’bout to grab her plane ticket, she gon’ fly with it
She already got some ass, just gotta buy her titties
N***a, I ain't with the chitty-chat, you can get a pack
My young n***a run off with your shit, you can’t get it back
I can wear one chain and one watch, that's two-hundred racks
Don't slam the doors in this back, I had to tell this bitch relax
The difference between me and you, you call your bitch, I caught her plug
Rolls truck parked in the trenches, she ain't pullin’ up
Everybody havin' motion, this dumbass bitch ain't no hooter
If a n***a ass ain't faster than this FN then he out of luck
Lambo motive, got the bubble guts, bitch, is we gon' fuck or what?
Plug say he pullin' up, I thought it was a Tonka truck
Everytime I fail, wasn't nobody there to help me up
Why the fuck I'm starin' at this here pint and sayin', "Seal me up"?
The streets broke my heart, but this codiene came to heal me up (It's drank)
I can't pop another fuckin' pill, I ain't feelin' nothin' (I can't feel my face)
Try me, we gon' put under, I've been ballin' twelve summers
Damn near need to get some brand new tires, I done burned the rubber
Bad bitch beggin' me for [?], my opps goin' through the struggle
6K for this Louis belt, they catch me with this switch, I'ma be in fuckin' trouble
Slidin' in that foreign, I'm in [?] Drive
N***a tried to run inside, he ain't make it out alive
Bitch seen this water on my neck and got hypnotized
Not you tryna be a ride or die and really 'bout to die
N***a wanna be dumb, now his mama havin' a fish fry
I'm thumbin' through these racks
I don't feel like rappin'
N***a done got his shit put on the wall like a fuckin' flattie
Now I got all of this blood on my Diors, I'ma need some napkins
Ever since I put this switch on this Glock, I been overreactin'
And the way they runnin' they mouth or somethin', get dropped, I ain't gon' know what happened (I ain't gon' know shit)
[Outro]
Real gutter shit
Bitch
Yeah
My shit