It's my birthday, I'm about to get lit lit Might blow a bag on the drip drip
Make it all back on the quick flip, ayy I just need cake and a thick bitch, ayy
I ain't have much, just a wish list Not a broke nigga doin' big shit
I got the gun lock loaded, I'm ignin' So keep one eye open like Slick Rick
I got the drip game, nigga, I'm the big man Switch lanes on him, hit the mid -range
Keep the big strap on me like a hitman It go click -clack with a while of Big Benz
I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed But niggas get lame when you get famed
Can't sleep at night till I get brains Got a mean -ass pipe and a dick game
I got a bitch on my sofa, I got a chip on my shoulder
You gotta live with your karma And if you get hurt, then you got what you
supposed to I got hitters all over, told them this is
all over I take the kids on drugs, align them all up
And get them all sober I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy
Credit card maxed out, ayy I get lit, then I act out, ayy
I ain't one to do it, but I blacked out, ayy They say I need to be safe, I think I need
to be straight Fix your vibes, you need to be laced
You just need God or you need to meet Mase I left my bitch, maybe we just need space
I got gunners like Chris, like Neeson I got brothers like Tib, like Breezy
I got stunters like Wayne, like DJ I got a hood bitch all about the bread
And she only give me head cause the bed too skeet
I'm too smart for a hoe, try G -ing me A bitch would be dumb if she ever try leave me
I just hit the fuckin' lotto I just hit the fuckin' lotto
Why do I feel like missing?
Smoke y 'all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer
Murderin' speeds my anthem All of y 'all clowns is banter
Still can't pull your pants up Kidnap kids like Amber
Hold a little nigga for a ransom I moved from the trap to the mansion
Went from the hoopie to a phantom If niggas got stuff, don't amp them
I never been pretty, but my mom think I'm handsome I hate niggas that flex on camera
Little kids always tryna throw tantrums Oh, you motherfuckin' dry like dandruff
You can get washed, I thought you went to Hamper I got a bitch on my sofa
I got a chip on my shoulder You gotta live with your karma
And if you get hurt, then you got what you supposed to
I got hitters all over Told them this is all over
I take the kids on lean And get them all clean
And give them all soda Watch how I do it, I demonstrate
I ain't gotta move, I renovate I don't really pray, I meditate
I ain't gotta jump, I levitate Always on time, I'm never late
I was outside like everyday Tryna turn water into lemonade
Now I'm booed up like Ella Mai I just wanna get away
You don't want war with a rich nigga You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger
I ain't got patience for bitch niggas Wrap you in a basement with big tiggas
Your bitch is a thot, you act kids with her You watch Lil' Lig but my wrist let her
You thought he had a plan to the fist, hit him
You thought he had a plan to the fist
Se uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers, follow I'm the realest nigga, I'm the
I just hit the fuckin' lotto I just hit the fuckin' lotto
Se uno, dos, tres, cuatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers, follow I'm the realest nigga, I'm the
I just hit the fuckin' lotto I just hit the fuckin' lotto
