[Verse 1]
I had to quit sniffing that coke cause I sold dope it racked up in my nose
I might do a show and buy some grams of weed and blow it close
I might sell a bird and buy Raven a pair of pumps and purse
She don't wear no high heels
That's two pistols and a bag of merch
Nevermind, my talk too slick like 1999 Ginuwine
I got truckload, truckloads, truckloads
And make Y turns it's my turn

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[Verse 2]
Yah yah yah, 03
I heard you been talking but still haven't listened
Ain't even got time to clock in with my bitches
Barely got time to check in with my P.O
I'm in Atlanta distributing pounds
They sayin' my bag is smelling like B.O
I been in the gym (touch weight)
Never seen your sub (handle base)
You gon' follow suit (on my page)
Say I copied you (you a fake)
You gon' file a suit (on the case)
That's all you can do (I'm afraid)
Play my cards right in the county, no spades
You be flodgin actin' like you really bout it no fades
Fresh out the cage, I ran up the cage
Raise up the stakes, Greedy still laid
Hoe now I'm paid
Got my own label that Golden Grenade
Flyest of blow from Golden State