(Green)

I been feeling low, now I'm countin' racks (Yeah)

I got hella clothes, closet look like Saks, huh

Drive Mercedes Benz (Huh), you can not do that (Uh)

And my pants sagging low 'cause my pockets fat (Yeah)

'Cause my pockets fat (Yeah)

Too many damn blue strips, think I'm Crip or somethin'

Either way, I'm flowing on this bitch, I swear I'm one of one

I had to go really grab the stick, I swear he shoot a drum

Know you hear me spazzin' on this beat, I swear I'm going dumb

Mama told me, "Never trust a bitch," and now I'm losing some

Yeah, I pop out, they wan' take a pic, I'm having too much fun

They want me to put them on the list, but they ain't doing nothin'

Shawty want me slide and give her kiss, but I'ma blow her one

I got double VV on my wrist, they clearly Saint Laurent

Really showed no love, I pop my s**t and now you showing some (Yeah)

You be on that slime shit, I can't f*ck with ya

I had to go take a addy-addy, yeah, to focus up

Your b***h in my bed, she call me daddy, got you throwing up

When I started getting to the cash, I start growing up, yeah

Everybody be talking about, "Fazo is garbage"

I thought he was straight dog?

'Til he did this