[Intro]
Yop

[Chorus]
If it ain't Tech in my cup, then it's probably Wocky
N***a say he gon' do somethin' to me, we don't take threats lightly
The only time your phone ring, it say "scam likely"
If you hear my phone ring, it's a sale probably
Five hundred for this zip that I'm smokin' on
That ain't what I paid for it, but that's what I want
Sixty bands in all blues on me, feel like a Rolling Stone
Take a bitch to the room, bust her down, then I'm goin' home

[Verse]
If you see me with a pint, then I'm pourin' fours
If you see me with some packs at HT, then I got some 'bows
Everybody say the prices went down, I'm still taxin', though
Police took my F&N and PLR, I'm still packin', though
You might not see a gun on my waist, but it's still close
You might not see me with none of my n***as, but we still close
Heard the opps at a show, I'ma still go
I'm tryna fuck a bitch with my bitch, I'm a nympho
You the type to have to go and pop a pill to blow your pistol
You was on the porch, I was with my n***a doin' kick-doors
It ain't no Purple jeans today, I got on Rick Owens
It ain't no n***a that I looked up to young, you had a big homie
I got a lick on me
This GrindHard E chain got your bitch on me
I dogged a lot of hoes out in the past, but they still want me
I done made a lot of money, but I'm still hungry
If I ain't got at least ten bands on me, then I feel lonely
I'm important, I got n***as that'll kill for me
Walk you down, stand over your body, it get real ugly
Poured a four in a one-liter pop, I'm a real junkie, I get real money
A hundred thousand ain't shit no more, that's some lil' money
Blunt hittin' hard, seven grams in it got my nose runny
I don't trust n***as, I feel like they stole or they told somethin'
Monkey nuts on the Drac', you could get the whole hundred
Next broke lil' n***a play with me gon' have to start a GoFundMe
I be out the way, they don't see my face 'cause I be roadrunnin'
I keep my hands in a lot of shit, but you won't know nothin'
N***as be cappin' in they raps, in real life, ain't never sold nothin'
[Chorus]
If it ain't Tech in my cup, then it's probably Wocky
N***a say he gon' do somethin' to me, we don't take threats lightly
The only time your phone ring, it say "scam likely"
If you hear my phone ring, it's a sale probably
Five hundred for this zip that I'm smokin' on
That ain't what I paid for it, but that's what I want
Sixty bands in all blues on me, feel like a Rolling Stone
Take a bitch to the room, bust her down, then I'm goin' home

[Outro]
(Okay, nah, nah, come on, man)