[ Featuring Veeze ]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(Shoutout to that boy Ceg, he produced that)
Turn up, open it up, bust it open, bitch, let my brother f*ck
Been in the mall too long, I done balled too long, my goddamn ankles swole
Say she in love with the kid, we never even met, man, how is that possible?
I got the haters so mad, these niggas be sick, they need 'em a noodle bowl
He say he gettin' money, I mean, shit, he ain't gotta prove it though
I'm in this bitch with lil' Skii, I'm feelin' so wavy, I just might crowd surf
I'm takin' his bitch for a week, he 'bout to set him an Amber Alert
I whispered, "Let's f*ck," in her ear, I can't even lie, man, I suck at flirtin'
I wake up, I'm countin' a check
But it ain't even the f*ckin' first (f*ckin' first)
She want me to ice her out
I say, "Bitch, you gotta suck it first" (gotta suck it first)
I kicked that ho to the street
Now I'm feelin' like Veeze how I did that bitch the worst (Gangerski)
Bro keep sippin' that drank like he sick
I'm startin' to think he might need a nurse (damn)
I'm in this bitch blowin' exotic
I'm geeked out my mind, in a whole 'nother universe (damn)
I just go walk in the booth and I kill the beat dead
Where's the casket? I need a hearse (let's do it)
I heard that I'm runnin' out of money, he startin' to fall off
Bro probably could use a verse (nigga broke)
I get to wake up and ball
This rappin' my job, hit the booth and I put in work (yeah)
Nigga, I'm havin' a ball
I been gettin' this money, got your bitch comin' out her skirt (let's go)
I got this money comin' in from so many angles
Man, you could just call me Kurt (damn)
I'm stuffin' my pocket with racks, my shit lookin' good
Boy, I see that your pockets hurt (shit lookin' good)
If that lil' bitch ain't bad, I cut her from the team
Man, it feel like I'm doin' surgery (surgery)
This bitch asked me for a purse, I wouldn't even buy her a Perc' 30
My bank keep checkin' for fraud, all of this shit, I done purchased it
I might just open a breakfast spot, I'm deep in with syrup
She want fifteen hundred to f*ck, too bad, her pussy wasn't worth it
Roll up, pour me up, Gangerski AKA dirty cup
Fat ass ain't enough, she goin' back in, gotta get her titties done
Dog don't want no smoke, don't play with guns, these niggas some powderpuffs
This shit in my blunt, it's presidential like Obama and 'em
Man, I just keep countin' the twenties and fifties and hundreds
Man, I got a lot of them (I got a lot of them)
Whenever I speak to the fans, I be tellin' the truth
Nigga, why would I lie to them? (Why would I lie to them?)
I'm chillin' with Tye in this bitch and that boy off a 'shroom
Man, you can't get more high than him (can't get more high than him)
Everybody see the kid on the way to the top
Now they wanna ride with him (they wanna ride with him)
Yeah, uh, uh
Phew, phew, skii
