Lyrics:

50 in a gym bag I'm bout to get this work out
Barcelona blue beamer but she blowing purp out
Youngin got some real 30's now he bout to perk out
If it ain't about a bag that's the shit that you get curved bout
I already got enough but a nut she gonna slurp out
Peanut butter guts they get jelly when I swerve out
Crosses on my face but I couldn't take the church route
Kill um with success bitch I'm about to bring a hearse out
Politicing with some lifers on the line they my brothers
Blew a bag on Securus sent some money to their mothers
Told them it be hard to win cuz the game full of suckers
Black suburban full of dope
Play the highway like a trucker
(Play the highway like a trucker)
Little rappers spreading rumors bout me
Ex hoes on club house making rooms about me
Taught her everything she know she Gon lose without me
My bro will pull up with a mop stick and a broom about me
I feel like Marshall with a triple beam
Lawless with a vicious team
She gargle me like listerine
6 figures seen off of features I'm a real rapper
6 figures seen off gelato I'm a real trapper
Count it up and let it peel backwards
Snap his body in half like a stale Backwood
Flow sick and ain't nobody got the antidote
Hit him in his melon knock the seeds out his cantaloupe
Down bad under pressure
Did I panic nope
I shook back off a gram of dope
Drought time in the city run the digits up
Same hoe I used to like can't even get me up