| Ayy, ayy, hide my face, I don’t feel nothin' |
| One-fifty for the skelly, kept it plain |
| I did it so bad, sittin' in the rain |
| You should get a crate of guns before you get a chain |
| Hall of fame Tune, niggas old rookie |
| Rich off pain, can’t feel nothin' |
| Cashed out a vet' ho, she ain’t say nothin' |
| I’m middle fingers up for whoever lookin' |
| I saved you from the snakes when they should’ve took you |
| I think everybody against me, everybody fake |
| Leave it to bro, I been did it, and everybody late |
| Had to put ten Ms in everybody face |
| I know just how much spent if everybody played |
| It don’t matter, I quit the pills, 'cause I dropped the eighth |
| Think I like your friend more 'cause she lettin' me pay |
| I’ma learn one day but probably not today (Top, Topski) |
| Topski, free Slime, need to be today |
| It’s fuck everybody 'cept Veeze and Ray |
| I just put her top floor, she get the key today |
| All the super pretty hoes get the easy way |
| Motion gang, niggas come around, he need a plate |
| Niggas boolin' with the snakes, now he the play |
| Wock' taste like Act' in the Minute Maid |
| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Ayy, ayy, hide my face, I don’t feel nothin' |
| One-fifty for the skelly, kept it plain |
| I did it so bad, sittin' in the rain |
| You should get a crate of guns before you get a chain |