| Damn, I really came in swaggin' |
| Be wit' them young niggas that’s gon' get that bag in |
| They say I act Hollywood, I ain’t even actin' |
| Hood-Hood bitch, she say I’m attractive |
| That bitch saw my money, she was overreacting |
| I got drip for real, bitch, these not no chain reactions |
| My chains on, it hit the sun, and it’s reactin' |
| I failed math, but cut you off, bitch, I know subtraction |
| She walk 'round in lingerie, that shit very distractin' |
| You want a way to make money? Weed is fast at that |
| I’m out the streets, so you know it ain’t no backtrackin' |
| That’s your bitch? Well, she gave me that back action |
| And RIP Lil Mister, 'cause it’s no lackin' |
| Can’t beef wit' a fuck nigga not in my tax bracket |
| It’s not even cold, spent a band on a jacket |
| I’m tryna stay home, but every day I’m crackin' |
| My blood a street fighter |
| And she just want our love to be everlastin' |
| But I can’t ever love, no, I can’t love that bitch again |
| F-F-Fuck love, I just love some, might just fuck up on her friend |
| Pussy ass niggas be fake, I can’t even trust my kin |