| I never have to run |
| U-uh, u-uh, uh-uh |
| (Take the money) |
| Yeah, I, right, uh |
| I never have to run |
| (Never have to run) |
| Let’s go, ayo, yo, yo, yo |
| Uh, uh |
| Ayo, I’m tired of these broke niggas livin' in the past |
| Talkin' 'bout the days when they used to have cash |
| Used to have a stash and used to have glass |
| But we don’t want to hear about your used to have ass |
| I use the MAG fast to shoot and blast fags |
| The coupe cost mad cash, the roof is half glass |
| I used to have to sit on the stoop and pass glass |
| Now I’m used to money, nigga, fast cash |
| They talk about me like they want to clap me up |
| But when they see me they just greet me, dap me up |
| They talk greasy, it ain’t easy to clap me up |
| And believe me, this Desert Easey gon' back me up |
| Fuck, a shotty blast put your nigga in a body bag |
| Or a body cast, if you see him you a probably gag |
| Know how many whips I done crashed? |
| It’s nothing, fuck it, I break bricks like karate class |
| You do what to Special? Who gon' let you? |
| Bullets go through whoever you up next to |
| If that don’t work there’s a few more extra |
| I bet ya niggas get dressed up |
| Fresh tux, I suggest y’all fucks the best up |
| Or get left stuck with your casket kept shut, uh |
| I left a lot of niggas messed up |
| F’d up, flesh cut |
| Guess what? I don’t regret much |
| Nah, niggas know I’m the best up |
| A couple niggas nice but the rest suck, they don’t impress us |
| I ride the best trucks, sex sluts, invest bucks |
| VVS, princess cuts, my neck lust |
| Uh, I see niggas die off greed |
| Keep my mind on cheese and my eye on thieves |
| If your watch cost gwap better wear long sleeves |
| And we don’t need car keys to start Vs |
| I was taught squeeze but can’t afford no more court fees |
| My little man’ll do it for less than four Gs |
| Four-fours to y’all seeds for more cheese |
| Or orgies, I fuck then I tell her, «Whore leave» |
| I’m from a part of town where niggas get sliced |
| Or shot the fuck down tryin' to live that life |
| Nigga, I get that white and I flip that white |
| It was a six hour drive just to get that price |
| You don’t live that life |
| Hell nah, not at all |
| All y’all niggas gon' know when I fall |
| Shit, 'cause niggas I’m cool with gettin' robbed |
| That’s why I ain’t do with broke niggas no more |
| Y’all know when I fall to a half a brick |
| I’m hittin' everybody with the same word: strip |
| Niggas get hit off the shit I spit |
| I’ll leave an innocent nigga in a ditch, shit |
| What? 38 Special |
| Trust Comes First, nigga |
| Let’s go, uh |