Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah

Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah(This shit, nigga, for real though), yeah

Man, I miss my nigga Greg, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah

I got homies in the feds, free my niggas, yeah, yeah

I just wrapped a hundred cash, zipped it in the air, yeah

I′ma go fuck up a bag, know that ho can't stand that

Yeah, I got shooters but I′m duckin' shooters

Pop 'em up, they hit the homie sister, guess we both the loser

Po-po pull me over with a half a kilo and a Ruger

I can′t move the same, I gotta readjust how I maneuver

I reminisce that feeling when I think about it

A million in the bank, I used to dream about it

No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it

Up in the morning whippin′ cocaina 'bout it, yeah, yeah

I got bags, ho, is you fuckin′ with me? Yeah, yeah

Time to blast, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah

Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin′ fat slabs

Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"

Ah, goddamn, I'm callin′ Lam'

MoneyGram, go send the bail, I'm in a jam

In the jail, I′m in the cell, can′t see the fam

Say my prayers, alhamdulillah, no bacon ham

Bacon ham, and cold salami, that's all they serve us

Stomach hurtin′, the devil working, but I ain't nervous

Beat the verdict, but lost a milli′, guess life ain't perfect

Whippin′ birdies, the devil working, but I ain't nervous

I reminisce that feeling when I think about it

A million in the bank, I used to dream about it

No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it

I take the pot and whip a Cuban link up out it, yeah, yeah

I got bags, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah

We can blast, ho, is you fuckin′ with me? Yeah, yeah

Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin′ fat slabs

Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"

Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah

Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah

Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah

See, man, free that nigga, yeah, yeah

Hot dog, uh

Free my nigga, yeah, yeah

I know how it be, man

You know, pent down in that motherfucker, yeah

I remember I was on, on bail and shit, you know what I'm sayin′?

This, this, damn, the beat ran out

Fuck it, that's enough right there

Fuck it, I ain′t even gotta talk no shit