I'm off so much lean, I'm gettin' scared (I'm spooked)
When I was pourin' pints of Act' up, you wasn't even there (Where was you at?)
I'ma slide through the side door when you ain't even there (Hah)
You love a bitch that love me, that ain't even fair (That ain't even fair)
I'm in new drip, this shit ain't even out (Margiela)
Paid nine hundred for the shoes, I'm standin' on the couch (Woo)
Say you got ten pints of red, what's the grand amount? (What you want?)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds on me, gotta sort 'em out

Big racks on me, jewelry on when I'm walkin' Coney (Beep)
These ain't no cubic zirconies, all VSs only (Hutch, nigga)
Still with a couple day ones, all the rest is phony (Niggas fake)
Drum on the K, get in my way, then we steppin' on you (Drrt, drrt, drrt)
My bitch call my phone, think I'm cheatin' on her (Brrp, brrp)
Your bitch call my phone, say you beatin' on her (Say you beatin' on here)
It hurt your lil' heart she in my DM, don't it? (Aw)
You know how it feel to up a sleeve and it's not your uncle's?
You know how it feel to get a phone call about some pumpkins? (Hello?)
You know how it feel to get a fresh batch from California?
Smell like vinegar in this bitch, you know that aroma? (You know that aroma?)
I need to spray— I'm 'bout to acetone it (Yeah)
Ex-bitch seen my new bitch, made her sick as hell (She was sick)
Sittin' in the spot with a Glock and a digi' scale (With a Glock)
Cut a nigga lips off and throw 'em in the wishing well (Fuck ya)
If it was a crime to be broke, you would be sittin' in jail
I put a four on his four and he couldn't tell (Dumbass)
That's how I know niggas really don't sip drank for real (That's how I know)
This how I know niggas really don't dump beans for real
'Cause it's been years and years on the road and I ain't seen 'em still (Haha)
Fuck a bitch and pass her to bro (I'm really straight for real)
She think that her nigga was a boss, we sent him to the store (Go get me a pop)
She think that her nigga got the work, he just work the door
All around the motherfuckin' board, I'm a billy goat (I'm a billy goat)
I got a bad bitch that's gon' ride for me (That's gon' ride for me)
And a crew of killers that'll slide for me (The Mafia)
AR pistol got a sight on it, you can't hide from me (Drrt)
You can't look me in my eyes and tell a lie to me
Ho, I'm on the paper chase, ain't got no time (None at all)
A broke cute bitch with an ass is not a dime (Is not a dime)
Slow down when you suck it, baby, take your time (Slow down)
Pour an eight of Wock' with KB, yeah, 'cause that's my slime ('Cause that's my slime)
Bitch, is you ready? (Ready), fuck with me, you can't be petty (Nah)
Cream soda deadly (Deadly), hit this, you gon' need a medic (You gon' need a medic)
Racks on me heavy, run it up like I'm athletic (Beep)
Pull up with the stick (Skrrt), have 'em runnin', this shit calisthenics (He gone)
We laughin' hard at you clowns, we don't laugh with niggas (Hah)
Turn around so much, nigga, I should walk backwards with it (Backwards)
Wrestlin' with that work like an action figure (Wrestlin')
All these racks on me, call it racketeering (Woo, racks)

I'm off so much lean, I'm gettin' scared (I'm gettin' scared)
When I was pourin' pints of Act' up, you wasn't even there (You wasn't even there)
I'ma slide through the side door when you ain't even there (Hah)
You love a bitch that love me, that ain't even fair (Mwah)
I'm in new drip, this shit ain't even out (New Amiri)
Paid nine hundred for the shoes, I'm standin' on the couch (Yeah)
Say you got ten pints of red, what's the grand amount? (How much I owe you?)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds on me, gotta sort 'em out (Gotta sort 'em out)

Do you know how it feel to get a phone call about some pumpkins?
Do you know how it feel to get a fresh bag from California?