(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

I'm a rich, ghetto, good syrup sippin' ass nigga
Caught him out with his bitch, they whooped her ass with him
I never knew I had this many children
Said some bullshit about me, then a nigga killed him
I don't know what happened, I don't know who cappin'
Shit talkin' bastard, I'ma go out rappin'
But if a nigga catch me slippin', I'ma go out clappin'
I'ma go out fappin', I don't know what happened
Blow my nose in my Chrome shirt, I don't want a napkin
Old ass hustler, he at the store trappin'
I just got a whole eight of Acty for a blow package
Let's test to see if he really BP, so we gon' blow at it
I wanna see the work
I swear to God I knew we was gon' be rich, bro, I seen it first
I'm off two G6's, they got my teeth hurtin'
He the green man, he never drink purple
Change clothes five times a day, that's like a week worth
Before I pour this pint, I'm goin' to sleep first
Come get a brick from us, we got clean work
He wanted three bricks, so that's three verses
He got a hundred on that bitch, that's why it keep squirtin'
You can't tie me to the work, I sell that three person
Sell that third person, I'm not the first person
They killed his bitch ass then flipped the hearse over
Shot the ceremony up, they tried to flip the church over
Say some bullshit and go get murked for it
Yes, I know your big dog, he work for me
He still high off that Fetty pill, he took the Perc' Monday
I put a hundred racks up every First Sunday
Send me thirty racks right now, you got a verse comin'
Get me a cup, I'm finna pour some syrup in it
Yes, I know your baby mom, she used to work with me
She used to work for me, she used to twerk for me
Diamond link hittin' like a bitch, got Jalen Hurts money
If you a real Hot Boy, then call Lil Turk for me
I can get a nigga smacked way in Cali, I got Lil Durk money
I went Chrome Heart to the floor, my shirt thirteen hundred
I don't cap or bitch, you never heard me stutter
Stress a bitch out, make her do a hundred burpees for me
Two watches on, I look like Curtis brother
But I got this shit from Wafi, it was worth a hundred
Quarter million on my neck, they wanna murk me for it
Two hundred thousand in my ear, that's how I heard you comin'
These niggas broke as fuck and they shirts be musty
It ain't Thanksgiving, but I got a turkey smuggled
Walkin' 'round with a pillow on me tryna smother somethin'
First, you get ten M's, then a hundred comin'
I made a hundred racks a hundred fuckin' times, you hit a hundred women
Thirty lines in one day got stomach turnin'
He done killed so many niggas, this the hundredth person
He know he goin' to Hell, he ain't goin' to jail
He know he ain't goin' to the pen 'cause he gon' fuckin' tell
He'll put somethin' on the floor, you better not fuck with Trell
They hit him in the neck then he tucked his tail
I need a fuckin' rocket launcher, who got one for sale
I did my sixty months, I'll never know how Gunna feel
You ain't got no Act' pints, I had a one in jail
Like, where the fuck you get that watch from, 'cause they don't come in mail
Nigga, tag your jeweler
Who be puttin' shit on the floor for y'all, can you tag your shooter
I upgraded bro with two Glocks, he just had a Ruger
I wanna jump out with a box, I'm finna grab a Uzi
I paid the bitch rent, she paid me back in coochie
She said her ass kinda too small, she wanna grab a booty
She want a BBL, I'ma grab it for her
You ain't gotta steal shit, you can ask me for it
I talk so much shit, they wanna whack me for it
If he call for four pints, then I'm grabbin' four
I'm comin' from the bottom of my heart, what you laughin' for?
Of course I want a dub for a verse, what you ask me for?
I know you did the shit, but what you smack 'em for?
One day I bust out cryin' 'cause I thought I never have Act' no more
Then I found some Act'
At this bad bitch house, tryna crack, but I left 'cause I found some Crack
She a pure smoker
She said she got a sickness, I got a cure for her