[Verse 1]
Yesterday I spent 3 bands on a Gucci
Then threw a n***a from off a high bridge like I'm [?]
I just charged a n***a $100 for some fake cookie
How you get robbed, lil n***a? You a real pussy
Pop a n***a in some Gucci then throw away the hoodie
You put yo dick in and bust? Boy, you a rookie
I’m bout to boost my credit up and get a Range Rover
Soon as I shoot you in yo face, n***a, game over
I sent yo bitch my location and she came over
Y'all n***as still stuck and 12 y'all still runnin trains on her
I’m bout to buy a new car just to run a n***a over

[Verse 2]
Then go hide his body in the motor
I'm tryna get rich, so I'm bout to rob the [?]
Spent 5 thousand on somebody's debit card but I give no fucks
Y'all think I get rich off credit cards, well I get all figures
Tired of y'all lame ass n***as stealing my sauce pictures
Was boutta shoot a n***a, but he just wanted a fuckin' picture
That's why I gotta chill out, man, I be paranormal
He thought he was getting drugs, but I sold that n***a steroids
Tried to get a gun through the detector when I was goin to school
Tried to go inside a n***a head with a [?]
I just had a meeting with a rich weed connoisseur
Catch a body with my gun and throw it in the sewer
I was gonna wait to drop another mixtape, but it’s comin soon (I’m bout to drop)
[Verse 3]
I know a couple GDs, free Larry Hoover
I live my life off of Freebandz, somebody call Future
Kill a n***a while he young and end his future
I just made about 5 hundred thousand off a fuckin' computer
They put my [?] in jail cause they found out he’s a lame killer
I'm bout to kill myself cause I got these cards on me and saw a state trooper
Cause shit, I'd rather do that, they try to run from em
I heard you seen your opp at the store and you ran from him
My n***a said he got some bowls, I need a can now
And I'm bout to stab a n***a in his neck with a can opener (URGH)
Rob the liquor store then go to sleep on a n***a sofa
Don’t let me see her bro, I swear I'm bout to rob Oprah
I think I made like, 50 thousand off of South Dakota
Bout to kill my mans, cause he asked for my [?]
[?], lookin like a magic potion
Lame ass n***a, boy, I heard you still be using lotion

[Verse 4]
I just cut into this n***a like "you got a problem?"
Yo bitch just cut into me like "boy, you got a condom?"
A n***a ran off with my money, I'm bout to go and find him
My bitch knocked the ho out like Ronda Rousey
I get rich of credit cards before y'all heard of it
[?] ran off with my money, kill his daughter and stuff her in the potty
I'm bout to get a fake ID, [?] to name myself [?]
They called a n***a, they called Dave [?] cause they shouldn't have tried (Bitch)