[Intro]
(Ooh, Rell)

[Chorus]
I got a cabinet full of drank, safe full of ice
No matter how hard it rain, DJ good for life
I got a run in the ten, I'ma be good for life
I take loss after loss, but I'ma be alright
Damn, I got a trunk full of work and they just hit the lights
If the dog sniff me out, the judge gon' give me life
If I don't make another song, I'ma be good for life (Are you in the Mafia?)
N***a, believe that

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in this 580 lookin' at you broke n***as starin'
Through the five-percent tint like I don't know n***as
What he do with the pints? I took 'em to the O, n***a
I ain't been at home, I've been busy on the road gettin' it
I don't talk too fast to y'all boys 'cause y'all slow n***as
I'm tryna stay fuck n***a free like I'm Glorilla
N***a want all fent', he don't want no dope in it
Walk-in closet full of 'bows, ain't no clothes in it

[Chorus]
I got a cabinet full of drank, safe full of ice
No matter how hard it rain, DJ good for life
I got a run in the ten, I'ma be good for life
I take loss after loss, but I'ma be alright
Damn, I got a trunk full of work and they just hit the lights
If the dog sniff me out, the judge gon' give me life
If I don't make another song, I'ma be good for life
N***a, believe that
I should take a bitch to Sicily
Gotta be a top-tier bitch just to sit with me
Bury me in Italy
All this designer drip on me, shit is killin' me
My Hutch tab gettin' higher, man, this shit killin' me
Damn, this Tris' I got Tris', and this time, I can feel the leg
They can't keep up with me, it's like I'm in the league
If I die in all this fashion, just bury me in Italy
[Verse 2]
Bury me in Amiri Jeans
If she like me then I'm straight, I like my bitches mean
They like, "Damedot, do you got some drank that's clean?"
I cannot make this up like some Maybelline
If she ugly, I ain't takin' one for the team
Drank lines used to take one and make it three
Go as far as you want, you can't find a me
I heard all my haters really ain't too fond of me
Bae, you got a fat ass, you so fine to me
You wastin' time with that n***a, come stand behind a G
N***a, I've been fuckin' hoes since a counter creep
If you ain't gettin' to the bag, n***a, have a seat
Boy
Yeah, she say she love me, but that's your bitch, boy
He gon' get hit, boy, this brick hit boy
Even when I'm talkin' shit, I ain't talkin' shit, boy
This AR flip boys
You really want some racks, you gotta take a risk, boy

[Chorus]
I should take a bitch to Sicily
Gotta be a top-tier bitch just to sit with me
Bury me in Italy
All this designer drip on me, shit is killin' me
My Hutch tab gettin' higher, man, this shit killin' me
Damn, this Tris' I got Tris', and this time, I can feel the leg
They can't keep up with me, it's like I'm in the league
If I die in all this fashion, just bury me in Italy