Don't lie.

Don't lie.

I'm out here smoking on the nudie.

I see the sun rise, now it's time to keep it moving.

You niggas ain't a threat, who you thought you was behooving?

I'm riding through the county, only bumping old music.

I pulled up on my mama just to see what they was doing.

I'm headed out to eat, I just ate, but I'm hungry.

I ain't finna play with none of you niggas or your homies.

He said he wouldn't run, found out that was baloney.

b***h yeah nigga hell yeah send him off a cliff she said i drove her crazy told that bitch to get a grip i got the f80 just to add it to the whips i pull up to the car me smoking on the fifth if i let you slide then consider that a gift if i'm fucking with her let her book a little trip i don't remember nothing but i bet i won't forget if he run up on me let the old boat rip

They thought I was sketchy while his hand on his hip.

Stage two tune, hear the pop when I dip.

I'ma raise a cup for the hood and take a sip I'ma have a fucking blast, crash the event I'ma tell it to the class, he ain't really rich

Piccadilly eating ass, niggas talking shit.

They was in the club smoking only one skimp.

When I get a steak, I need a solid grilled shrimp.

Or go get the crab leg, butter up the bitch.

I ain't even flex.

I won't butter up the bitch.

She want to pull up just because of the accent.

I don't give a fuck.

Don't give me your two cents.

I'ma give it to a junkie like he needed it.

She looked up at me and said, you so conceited.

He said he was coming, but I'm not believing it.

Bitch.