[Intro]
Fuck a n***a talkin' ’bout?
Mm-mm (80Apes)
Phew, mm

[Verse]
Scurvy, rich, and shiesty, but so icy like we Gucci 'nem
I done turned my hood to Choppa City like Lil Tucci 'nem
My lil’ Muslim goonies hit your coupe just for some Rucci rims
She fuck just like a groupie, get that coochie for two Pucci bags
It's been stackin' season, been put up but now it's motion though
Need to kick that dope, I pour up cups until it overflow
Twenty-three, new Ghost up, bring that dealer, that bitch spoken for
I got so much water on my wrist, look like an ocean coast
Can't never bring my name up with no rats, I keep my work on me
Can't help everybody, soon as you tell 'em, "No," they gon' throw dirt on you
Sixty-three look like a Limousine, I threw some merch on it
Stretch a twelve, don’t be the next to tell, I got the terps on me
Fuck around, be trappin’ 'til I’m fifty, bitch, I love the life
I hate pussy n***as, don't like rappers, I love mud and ice
Steve done caught a body at the store, they gave my cousin life
Went to Mexico to find a plug, I just went clubbin' twice
N***as seen me come from rags to riches, tryna ride the wave
Unky said before he touch that fent', he’d rather die from aids
It's like twenty shooters, got ten choppers sittin' right 'side the stage
Looked him in his eyes, you know they pussy when they hide they chains
Problem with these n***as, they ain't no different than these hoes
Seent a gangster break the code, watched a rat turn troll
Thirty 'tached on poles, forty racks on clothes
Fuck this rap shit, if it don't work, we back on road, n***a