[Intro]
N***as always asking me like, wh-, like wh-, what you do like
What you do to get where you at, just rapped
I didn't know nobody in the rap game, none of that

[Verse 1]
All blues in my pocket I’m a Crip tonight
High as hell, off a pint of wock almost missed my flight
N***a take the collar off the dog, that bitch don't bite
F colors in my diamond link, look like disco lights
We just ran out of Wockhardt, we drinking Trish tonight
I can't pull up on my lil’ hoe, I'm wit' my bitch tonight
30 in the Glock, I'll drop the whole clip tonight
Lazy flow, but I'll turn it up if the tempo right
Have you ever seen a half a million dollars cash?
Have you ever had a drink plug, was you sippin' glass?
Getting grade A head on the road, bae I'm finna' crash
Just ran a ’hunnid up in 3 days I’m a- (aye)

[Verse 2]
Michigan Music
Drink got me smiling, like whеn I'm talking to a bitch
If you ever see me strolling, I was walking with thе stick
40k cash on me, I just offed another brick
Last n***a tried the gang, he in his coffin eating chips
He tried to run from the Track, and I hawked him with the stick
(Bitch)
I just bought another blick
Domestic violence, I just fought another bitch
Told the Doc’ I need a script, I be coughing up my spit
Caught my first body, me and Quanie walked in on a lick
Fucking rare hoes, you can get yo' bitch walking down the strip
[Verse 3]
Ain't no cap in my rap, let me take my hat off
I just bumped into a opp, let a fully auto Mac off
Yeah I know I smell good bitch, but back off
(I fucked up)
Might get off the feds asking what the act cost
Doing 120 in a snow storm, I'm in a Trackhawk
My bitch do what Rio say, she don’t back talk
Have 18, 36 to hold when I rap dog
Oh no I wasn't talking 'bout no rap, bro this crack talk
Bitch we finna' have good sex, take yo tracks off
Stupid ass n***a ran from the cab, I blew his back off
You can catch me at Somerset, dropping racks off
Fuck one coat, at least how much the whole Moncler rack cost?
Yeah I might ugly baby, but I'm not bummy
And my hair be nappy as fuck, but I got money
I got robbed Saturday night, 12 people got shot Sunday
I been doing features 12 months straight, boy I'm rap hungry
You don't smell that?
He stank, you might faint, yeah he that musty
Hit her from the back off a perc, for an hour got her back thumping
Last week I quit drank, now I'm back dumping
Just 4 O's in a 20 ounce don't seem that muddy
N***a cracked a joke, bitch laughed
Slapped her ass, he ain't that funny
Just went OT, wit' a thousand pills I'll be back Monday
[Outro]
Yeah, ghetto boy shit n***a
You know what the fuck goin' on
Free the whole ghetto they can't fuck wit' us