[Verse: Quilly]
5 am why is these smokers still Callin?
N***as tried to take me out the game Im still Ballin
2500 for a verse is what im chargin
Next month its gonn be a dime no Bargin I been
Dickin down ya bitch from the rear
I been plottin on ya bitch all year
Circle small cuz you n***as all squares
12 for the sweatsuit n***a this my ball gear
I put my Bitches on Uber
I put my n***as on pussy
Im tryna build a empire my bitch badder than Cookie
I mean hot as Taraji that pussy wet as Dasani
Sellin percs in the lobby I been exchanging Armani
I send the money to Jails my n***a buy you some suits
My n***a just came home Im bouta buy him some boots
Im bouta do it real big n***a gimme the loot
E and Reds Wit Truck Im bouta get me a coupe
On the Road to Riches goin to Jail was my worst route
Tell ya bitch we still got the sour and them percs out
Pocket full of blue faces make me pull the smurfs out
Just hit the gym on you bitches and that workout
Rappers washed up bubble bath get a tub for em
N***as wanna live my lifestyle Young Thug on Em
Killin these n***as Life support pull the plug on em
I ain't really where i wanna be but I buzzed on Em
17 I was on the Greyhound
My oldhead really flew them birds in from A-Town
I came up Cuz I stayed down
I made 20 thousand dollars in a playground
Pill flippa, cake gaina
I serve n***as, curve bitches like waist trainas
I put my Lawyer on his Feet
Marshawn Lynch Im a Beast