Pinto

Mafia, what else (where we at wit' it?)

2-2-7 (Gang)

Let's get it (Ugh)

Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles

Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos

Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes

On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows (Yeah)

On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)

All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold

In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)

Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl

Niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl

Keep that coke swimming in a fishbowl

This that 20/20 Pyrex vision on a lit stove

Nigga say he burnin' up the turnpike, got me like "Which road?"

Now the Rollie bust-bust, I ain't talking Flipmode

Said he on the 6-4, told him, "Meet me at the Citgo"

On 7 and Littlefield, pint of Hi-Tech and a scrip of pills

Bitches know I got the juice, niggas know it's been the drill

Niggas whipping Robitussin mixing it with Benadryl

Get a brick of blow and cut it, hit it with the fentanyl

Baby bottle spoiled up, I ain't talking Enfamil (At all)

If it ain't sealed up, I'ma up-strick a deal (Up strap)

'Fore I had a record deal, I was really in the field (You already know)

For a little bit of nothin', I could get a nigga spilled (Whoa)

'Fore I had a fanbase, I was selling tan flakes

Rakin' in the cash, tryna make sure that my mans straight (My guys)

Now everybody breaking bags, shook all of that dead weight

Upgraded my stash, shaking that bag like I landscape (Been working)

My lil' brother SK, gotta fight a fed case

Whole lot of gang shit, and that's without the handshakes (Ugh)

Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles

Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos

Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes

On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows

On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)

All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold

In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)

Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl (Mafia)

Playing with them Icks out in Frisco (San Fran)

Now we up dog shit I was just on Skid Row

Marching up Baldwin, contra moved back to Jethro

Two phones slamming, off a Virgin Mobile and a Getro

Snatching up niggas custies, scale kinda dusty

While y'all niggas in the county working for the police like a trustee

Forty-three AMG, it's Ali on the MP

Alley-oop, it's only us, but it's really just me

Skinny nigga, 6'3", dining in at the Whitney

Dream cruising up Woodward, candy paint, '96 MB

I been in the streets so long, shit, I'm dehydrated and exhausted

On them hot blocks off of Martha, cold water running out the faucet

Finna make it through the bullfrog, shit could take or it could fall

I can press play, I can push pause with that mini-Drac' and that bulldog

Traffic in the tri-state, love a bad bitch with a pie-face

Now them hundreds stuck together like flypape'