No chains

No jewels

Not a watchJust watch

I don′t need diamonds

Hoe a nigga still shining

All I need is a trap

A cell

And a clock

All I need is a mic

And a beat that's hot

Cones to the dome

Told you we won′t stop

In my Sean Combs zone

Been a bad boy homes

Bussin down zones

Uber everywhere now

Because the streets been hot

Ya Mans not hot Big Shaw

He lukewarm

Cut the fly talk out

Like a coupon

She fine as shit

But she still trash

Bitch conversation dry like Tucson

She told me

I don't let niggas fuck for free

Naw bitch

I'm a charge u something

And this low ticket

Got a nigga flexible with it

I done gave out more deals than Groupon

New shit on the radio the youth on

Well produced

But it don′t cut the poupon

A nigga do a whole lotta shit to get right

Sometimes getting right

A nigga gotta do wrong

All this tension in the air

And conflict brewing

You stupid muthafuckas throw my mood off

Boys mean mugging

Real aggressive right now

Come address it little bitch

Let′s do something

See I just dropped another tape last week

And I'm damn near done with a new one

Move in silence

I try it

Depends which lane that I move on

Move a second too fast

Out here you′ll crash

In the county like

What the fuck I do wrong

We make hymns for the streets

These the new pslams

Every day a nigga in here dropping new songs

And I'm sitting on a hundred more

Like a motherfucking futon

Boot up

Dammit can′t feel my face

Woo

The dope is just too strong

You square niggas

Better leave your boo home

Turn around

And your motherfucking boo gone

See

I'm the type of wavy nigga she′ll choose on

Shawty so right

That a nigga never do wrong

Way she walked by a young nigga

In them 6 inch heels

I told her take them clothes off

And keep them shoes on

Flipping through the set

Deadend Redd in the deck

Turnt up

Yeah

I got my juice on

Everything that's attached to my name

Been flames

Next mixtape dropping like a nuke bomb

Got bread on the green like some croutons

Left braeswood

Nigga smelling like some Moussan

Because this hood rat hoe,

Full of that shit

Swallowing all of my dick

If I get puked on

We gone have to fight man

A backhand right hand

It's a reflex

Gotdamn

You win some you lose some

Riding round Beach House 2 on

Or that 400

Old school Juve on

Don′t know many speakers

I done blew son

Bending corners

Banging screw

Nigga with the boom on

Now if I ain′t a hot boy

Then what u call that

May text the bitch

Rarely'll call back

Read receipts stay on

In my phone

I want you to know

I ignored you on my own

Most niggas don′t really know what wealth is

Most niggas just tryin to keep the lights on

My plug be showing a nigga so much love

Give me 2

Anytime i come to buy one

Straps with the bag

Like Purses

Coaches

Got raid for the roach niggas

And the roaches

Lurking

Baliing on em all

Like I'm Nurkic

Ain′t no feeling

Like a play going perfect

Underground sound

Drifting to the surface

Never let a hater up under your epidermis

Baby girl really gotta show a little effort

The ain't free little bitch

Gotta earn it

Moon rock

Sprinkled in a swisher full of OG

Put your ass down for the count

If we burn this

When she came to me

She ain′t really knew a damn thing

But I put her on game

And she learning

I'm on my job right now

Yeah I'm working

Nothing really is forever

Or for certain

Just keep bond money

An attorney

Got flipped couple times

Niggas burnt me

Learned early

No mercy

Either punk police trying to search me

Or somebody′s plotting on a robbery

Or burglary

I′ll hit my people

If you need to get a turkey

Trey ward

Bone hard that's on God

3rd Down gang

Nigga that′s my squad

Niggas say they so real

But they act so fraud

You don't run shit but your mouth lil bitch

That shit there

You better take it down to a slow jog

All a nigga ever do is go hard

I done did it all nigga

On the road y′all

Suprised I ain't way more throwed off

Went from broke nigga

To niggas getting broke off