Lyrics:

Cyphing on some trees yo, riding with my G's though
Made it out the gutter with a dollar and a dream ho
with the feends though,
Made it out the gutter with a dollar and a dream though


Backpack, with some fat tracks
Grab back
Fat raps with a fat ass, smack that
Hit her from the back while I Snapchat

Natural born asshole
Tryna get better, but the cash flow
Make a nigga like it's
And I just wanna see my pops when he pass though
But that's cool, gotta act a fool
Gotta work hard, ain't going back to school
Now I'm with a car, and a yacht and a pool
Call me John Wilx, going hard in the Booth
Gotta

Cyphing on some trees yo, riding with my G's though
Made it out the gutter with a dollar and a dream ho
with the feends though,
Made it out the gutter with a dollar and a dream though


Ride around with my G's
Middle fingers up to police
They hate you so much, Kelis
Get the fuck off my dick, let me breathe

Head right, make a nigga buy a Berkin bag
Roli on the block, still serving crack
Baby mama bout to make me have a heart attack
Bitch, damb
Who the fuck that nigga? I want all of that
Take a picture, motherfucker get an autograph
Chainsaw blade
Murder murder kill kill
Chopper make a nigga do a windmill
Getting head in the whip, nigga swerving in the bitch, hit the break and bitch going through the windshield
Head on colision

These feds turning niggas into made them go to prison
Liquor hit my liver, rabbits turn into chicken dinners
No retreat, no surrender
Kill
Sean P
doing laundry
Cold in the summertime,

like I'm Tina Marie
Fuck anybody that's sleeping on me
Bout to ride on them hoes, it's just me and my G's

Cyphing on some trees yo, riding with my G's though
Made it out the gutter with a dollar and a dream ho
with the feends though,
Made it out the gutter with a dollar and a dream though