Intro - Fat Trel

I got my eye on the score, my new bitch a whore

I swear I just met her, she say she fucked me before

Nigga, I shoot up your Bimmer then hopped in a Porsche

We been here before, I got money galore

And I pride myself, this nine on my belt

Play with your health then take on a shelf

Bang, I smoke like an elf

I’m rich by myself

Yo bitch with my guys we bout to take out cirocs

I load up my chopper, I’m finna go slide

You know I’m a killer, just look in my eyes

I shoot at his base, he acting surprised

I told you we’re crazy, don’t play

Cause I hate the job

My new bitch a geeko a thirty manino

I fuck her then leave her

Her pussy pop through my speaker

They white like Selena, a packed out arena

My Rolex is cleaner

My white bitch a diva

Her daddy a lawyer

We both know I need her

But when I beat this case I swear this

God I’m a leave her

Bring this back to my city

Georgetown with my niggas

Made it East with my junkie

Stadium with my strippers

You PT with my migo

This is multi kilo

I got coke out for dealo

Then gon' fuck in my be yo

Nigga, middle finger to see yo

Vegas to Rino

Run them high out to Mali

I see them marrow and Cleo

I got bangers and nervers

I see police I’m swerving

Got my wife in the town

My bitch behind her I’m scourging

I know I’m young I deserve it

Money splurging on purpose

I bought the slutty boys a house

Bitch get the fuck out bitch

Out bitch

Should be sucking dick

You run your mouth bitch

I can make the money flip but I can’t buy no house fit

Dog, bitch he from outta town he buy the counterfeit

Set him up, take him down

Then evac, know who I found him with

Sound kick, 50 clip

Hunnid round chopper kit

I’m a be at hunnid East staking shrimp with chopsticks

Clean shit, shopping chopper blocks what you got kid

Dimple hit a nigga in the chest like a drop kick

Oh shit Feds haunting, sleeping with my old bitch

I fuck with her, she likes to keep the stove lit

Africans and Mexicans, goony town all kinda bad

Shooter from Afghanistan, here’s to shit you never had

Young Mo, five thou, Chris Bo, side South

Dough low, young and throwing bullets like he romo

Oh no I just caught the yabba for the low low

FUcking with the cash black body bag polo

Niggas say he want the B, caught him at the go go

Ask him what he get from me

This murder shit don’t work for free

Play with me, you pay a fee

Snitches stay away from me

These bitches lay with me, they wanna make a way for me

Hustling no chasing me, I’m bout the paper basically

Never sleep, A to Z, I turn the ones and twos to three

Lots of killers under me, right here where I wanna be

I don’t fuck with pussy niggas, Them niggas not one of me

Forty four to thirty three, my father sells anything

But he don’t know the drama that this semi brings

I run my own shit I got my own thing

What you mean?

Slutty boys over everything

What you mean?

Slutty boys over everything

I’m 500 thousand up on you niggas

And I come from North East niga

Ain’t got shit to say

Georgetown nigga, Georgetown nigga

Let’s get that money