Lyrics:

It's that temperature on low
She gon' let all that soda get a penny
Louboutins homie, Versace down
Everything, T-shirt, Joe, socks
I got blood on my shoes, they from murder nigga
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Rapstar, hundred bars in my Fendi bag
I can't get a check so I bodied away
Got a kilo on my neck, 'nother nine on deck
Dope boy Troy, what the fuck you expect?
Whippin' extra, no extra friends
Young nigga came in the game with a Benz
Shittin' on niggas, shoulda came with the pants
Grippin on niggas, I'ma spray 'em again
Boomin' shit, roomin' shit
Married to the game, I'm a groom and shit
Carrying a K, all full of shit
And I'm still Indy like a Hoosier bitch
Ballin' out in these Louboutins, I'm like fuck these sneakers
They only cost me an ounce of blow
When my account is low
Put a nigga in your speakers
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Moving weight, picking up the bag
Where the base? I could bust their ass
Fix a plate, than we cut the cash
Eatin' good like succotash
Money still iconic shit
Bean-town, double up Chubby Chubb the fit
So much damn money in these fucking Balmains
Now I swear these shit don't be tryna zip
Still got it on lock
Still got the streets, still got a Glock
Still got my wrist here in the pot
Still makin' whip-whip 'til it rock
Drug dealin', dream fulfilling, murder killing
Fuck about your feelings
Of a drug dealin', dream fulfilling
I went from zero to a motherfucking million
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do promo, can't do no shows
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do no shows, can't do promo
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
See, I can't do no shows, can't do promo
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload, boatload
Real nigga tone
Real leg Shawn

I'm on the ground
Cowdy