[Intro]
Fucked up
N***as sippin' hella drank

[Verse 1]
I sip drank, I can't lie, I be fucked up
When I was broke, life showed me always tough luck
Two Glocks, I ain't rockin' with no nunchucks
CDG on my feet, we don't do Chucks
I got a flight to Miami, and it's first class
I did time in that pen' takin' bird baths
You can have my ex bitch with her bird ass
See, it's a fully on this A, I know they heard that
N***a, look, my last case I had two sticks
I need a bitch that could cook, I don't do Ruth Chris
You takin' pics with that gun, that don't prove shit
The gang tats on the 'Gram, you a doofus
Drop an eight, finna [?], this a loose leaf
I could only fit the bitch in this two-seat
Don't do no mentions on the 'Gram, you gon' lose me
And n***as on that clubhouse talkin' loosely
Nana told me kick the cup like I'm Bruce Lee
I be always to the neck, I got two-three
The diamonds turn differеnt colors like a mood ring
And if I ever slip up, n***a, bluеs me
It's two hundred on the dash, this a C8
And if I ever go broke, n***a, cheesecake
I'm screamin' fuck the gang task and the DA
You n***as answerin' them questions with some leeway
[Chorus]
My brother caught another case, I hope he fight that
Leave some shells in a sucker (Ayy), n***a, fight back
Talkin' murder on the phone, I won't like that
I make a broke bitch beat it like I'm Mike Jack
Just got a three, finna drop it in a Simply
A broke bitch always talkin' 'bout she miss me
It's three n***as, three guns, always six deep
They wanna see a n***a broke stuck on Sixth Street
And why these n***as call my phone, what that heat said?
I've been tryna find some peace on the freeway
Just got a message from the pen', he need a J Pay

[Verse 2]
Losin' my mind, I've be feelin' like I'm KK
Be down bad, but it's crazy 'cause my cake right
I miss guns, we was thuggin' on them late nights
Some n***as only keep a gun 'cause they can't fight
We really tryna kill somethin', know we ain't right
That n***a really from my hood, but we ain't tight
I be tryna get some head on a date night
And she could really get a bag if she laced right
A paid lawyer couldn't even get his case right
I swear to God I sip drank 'cause I'm fucked up
Life taught me hella lessons, n***a, touch luck
It's two Glocks, I ain't rockin' with no nunchucks (N***a)
Remember I was down bad, now I'm too up (N***a, ayy)
It's twenty-fours on this Jeep, this a new truck
And let them people get behind me, I'm in sport-plus
At thirteen, I had strap on a short bus
I'm on them nerd n***as' block, I done scorched up (Ayy, n***a)
It's on my hip, it ain't never in my backpack
Send a Zelle, I don't really fuck with Cash App
Ain't see the 08 piece, I know they big mad
It ain't shit to keep pop when the whip fast
Yeah, a n***a down bad, but my cape right
You don't know how I be feeling on them late nights
I seen my brother freeze up, n***a, stage fright
You better stay up on your toes like a caged fight
I swear I only sip drank 'cause I'm fucked up
Life taught me hella lessons, n***a, touch luck
It's two Glocks, I ain't rockin' with no nunchucks
And fuck n***as, they be feelin' like it's fuck us
My brother caught another case, I hope he fight that
Leave some shells in a sucker (Ayy), n***a, fight back
Talkin' murder on the phone, I won't like that
I make a broke bitch beat it like I'm Mike Jack
Just got a three, finna drop it in a Simply
A broke bitch always talkin' 'bout she miss me
It's three n***as, three guns, always six deep
They wanna see a n***a broke stuck on Sixth Street
[Outro]
And why these n***as call my phone, what that heat said?
I've been tryna find some peace on the freeway
Just got a message from the pen', he need a J Pay