Ring, ring, ring

Hello?

Got a call from my lawyer, say my youngin′ fightin' a murder (what?)

The police officers lyin′ and the prosecutor dirty (you're telling me you built a time machine?)

But the judge still fuck with me

Bitch, them Bloods get touched for cheap

I sell two for eight apiece

I might turn one of 'em to three

If they say that shit was straight, I might turn that three to eight

I know P, I fuck with H (I know P, I fuck with H)

Really had the bag for years, passed alone, I′m cashin′ too

Bustdown watch, my glasses too

Tez had bean, I had the food

Flip that screen, I see myself

R.I.P. Scooter, R.I.P. Lil Neff

That homicide shit still get stretched

Free Lil Quez, free Lil Dunk

Better get you soon, nigga, on my son

Bustdown Pateks with chunks

I wear baguettes for none, don't make this shit ′bout no money

Make that lil' bitch delete my number

Soon as I can′t fuck her, now I don't want her

Close to 40s, all my pointers

Offset Forgis, this bitch fast

Ain′t shit changed, still free my guys

Wood 'nem back in there like a mop

Six to nine, bitch, don't get dropped

Hey, hey, fuck it

I′m late, Supreme, not Bape, for mines

Get naked, I might start ringing, bring pints

We drinkin′, high as hell up in this bitch

Still miss Nell up in this bitch

I can't tell if that bitch is real

I won′t tell my nigga to chill

I don't give a fuck ′bout who get killed

I don't give a fuck ′bout who get blitzed

Drop that five, nigga, throw that shit

Eight out of ten still on my dick

Still fuck friend, keep that bitch far

It was just us, still got eight-hundred

TSA mad, can't take a nigga money

If I let a bitch steal from me, get shot

Woah (woah), woah (woah)

Can't wait ′til I run ′til a nigga get robbed, get smoked, smoked

Never let a nigga 'round me throwin′ five (ah, hahaha)

Gunshot, pain in my ass

We pour out lean for my big bro Mox

Walk a nigga down on four-five Glocks (go)

I ain't spread an opp since I been rich (no)

Handicap match, big Glock, lil′ switch (pfft)

Fuck out my ear with that whinin' shit (move)

You blowin′ my vibe, pipe down, lil' bitch (gone)

If Duggy don't fuck with you, don′t be like, "Bagg, know what′s up with me"

I cannot vouch what you done (nah)

If you don't fuck with him, you don′t rock with the brand (ooh)

CMG mafia, cars, money, guns (super)

Just made his bond for a light honey bun

Hop on a fugitive, bro on the run

The F&N knock all the smoke out your lung (bop)

The head was so fire, made a young nigga hum, uh

Sloppy-top, got me locked, Birkin, pussy, she havin' WAP (wet)

Box of woods, Q-P of Za, purple Wock′ and cream soda pop (kick)

Eeenie-meenie, miney-mo (bliss)

Put a tag up on his toe (tick)

Charge the high for truffle smoke

Pour up in Sprite and sell the Coke, go

Whip all white, pull up like pope (snow)

Five shows, it's a M I gross (woah)

Big facts, I ain′t even tryna boast (no)

Bitches love me coast to coast (yeah)

Eight out of ten still on my dick

Still fuck friend, keep that bitch far

It was just us, still got eight-hundred

TSA mad, can't take a nigga money

If I let a bitch steal from me, get shot

Woah (woah), woah (woah)

Can't wait ′til I run ′til a nigga get robbed, get smoked, smoked

Never let a nigga 'round me throwin′ five

Gunshot, pain in my ass

We pour out lean for my big bro Mox

Walk a nigga down on four-five Glocks