Verse 1:
I don't spit no game to these [bad word] and they know it,
And everything I say is real I don't got to show it,
My [bad word] say he got the lean,
Well [bad word] pour it,
I'm trapping on my iphone,
And best believe it's stolen,
And my niggas talking pounds,
But my [bad word] I don't hold it,
These streets ain't safe,
That's why my niggas ride loaded,
These crooked [bad word] cops want to catch a [bad word] slippin'
But when a [bad word] get killed the police be missin'
Crazy [bad word] world,
But we all just livin'
That's why my blunt lit and I maintain my pimpin'
And I don't [bad word] with niggas most of them be trippin'
And I don't love these hoes cause they just want attention,
And I just [bad word] these hoes and give my love to these women,
I ride with my family cause we all have a vision,
But we gon' stay humble,
But we gon' get there in a minute,
My wardrobe finished [bad word] I don't [bad word] with finished.

Verse 2:
You just got to face it my [bad word] you lose,
Don't catch an attitude cause I don't [bad word] with you,
My plug shipped it in so I gotta get it through,
If you ain't got the cash then I can't [bad word] with you,
My last [bad word] was crazy cause she popped up out the blue,
And [bad word] what's old cause ain't a [bad word] thing new,
Spit a game to a ho that's what I don't do,
I tell her straight up cause that's what real niggas do.