[Intro]
(Girl, is that Boobie on the beat?)
N***a
Hell nah, we ain't sell them n***as nothin', they the police
Punch me in (Punch me in)
Keep all that, n***a, let's get this shit, let's get this money, n***a
Ayy, n***a, yeah

[Verse]
Trappin' in the Hills, I ain't change clothes in four weeks
Tryin' hard as hell just to keep this shit lowkey
Just had a thousand yams, now I'm on my last four G's
Grab all the jewelry out the safe, new hunnids out the bank
Two thousand for my jeans, spent a band on some drank
Ten thousand on your head, you'll be gone in a day
I know you ain't really shoppin' 'cause you coppin' in LA
I just killed the summer, put six hundrеd out the Bay
It ain't a turnaround if you ain't back the same day
Back to back, mе and Ray, them n***as hurt, look at they face
Rollie cost me sixty, I ain't never set the time of day (Time of day)
I made a killin' off them pills that look like basketballs
You n***as mad 'cause we still ain't fuckin' with y'all
She ain't never been in a Wraith, I told her, [?][0:56]
Hit the club for thirty days straight and fuck up the bars
Buy Kris and don't drink it, pour that shit all on broads
Throw twenty for no reason, do that shit for my dogs
[?][1:05]
Big F, Forgiattos, though, I'm fuckin' 'em raw
I jump right out the foreign, I ain't gotta put it in park
If I told you what it took, I wouldn't know where to start
Gave my all to the streets, this shit done frozen my heart
[Outro]
Ayy, n***a (That's right)
Made a killin' off them pills that look like basketballs
Still broke, that's the reason we don't fuck with y'all, n***a
N***a, ayy
I made a killin' off them pills that look like basketballs
You n***as mad 'cause we still ain't fuckin' with y'all