[Intro]

Yeah

808 my crew

Swervo (uh, huh)

Sizzle told me get in my bag, man

Everything new, we finna go get the Lambo truck (Southside)

[Verse 1]

If you a real live gangsta ass nigga, throw your shit up

Give a fuck 'bout where you from

All them drill niggas with us

Everybody got a gun, pussies still will get hit up

And I'm still with that shit

I just be chill, tryna fill up

Got that 40 riding E all in the field, need a fill up

And I'm really chasing mill's

Nigga, I'm just being real

Everybody running wild now

I'm just being still

Unless I'm still on the road, or I'm still gone off a pill

And I don't got a deal

I don't have to offer some meals, I'm eating for real

Soon as I walk in the building, everybody in there could tell I'm eating for real

Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk

I don't even floss

Leave you with some of this sauce

Teach you to learn from a loss and look like a boss

Everybody won't pay that cost

This YSL, not Hugo Boss

I'm high as hell, I'm finna cough

Folks is coughing up a storm

Get that seed, had to swallow

We was fools, eating, selling all that food

Shout out Ralo

Fuckboy, boy don't make the news

Front yo move, catch a hollow

If them people question me 'bout anything, hell if I know

I just had court yesterday, I get depressed whenever I go

But I still gotta wake up and get fresh whenever I go

I got swag like I'm Capo, I know

[Chorus]

Everybody think I'm rich now

Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh?

You don't think I'm still with that shit now

You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?

You was really barely in that shit, huh?

You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh?

You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?

You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?

On the road and shit, huh?

Using most that shit, huh?

Always broke and shit, huh?

Never post that shit, huh?

I'ma die a gangsta

And you know that shit, huh?

Death before dishonor, nigga

And you know that's it, huh?

[Verse 2]

I'm still with that shit, bitch

Blick still in my whip, bitch

And I'm riding automatic, bitch this ain't no stick shift

And you know I switch clips, like I switch whips

Bank been seeing me like all week, this my sixth trip

I been smoking Posto all day, this my last zip (Posto!)

Walking 'round with that Kriss Vector, make his ass flip

I ain't want his blood on my hands, so his ass crip

Herbo, run along, that's my mans, get ya ass kilt

Herbo been alone, where he been? Running up them bands

Niggas sleeping 'way all they days, fucking with them xans

And I gotta whole lotta grand, but I'm not the man

Niggas lose it all for the 'Gram, bet that wasn't the plan

And I do it all for the fam, and then for the fans

I done been through failure and all, that made me a man

I done been through hell with my dawgs and I'll go again

And they want more smoke again, we let 'em know again

And go to the store again, they just bought four again

Won't tote no .44 again

I'll blow an F&N

I thought I was flexing and I wrecked up tryna floor the Benz

Swervo (Swervo, you know what the fuck is up, 958, bitch)

[Chorus]

Everybody think I'm rich now

Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh?

You don't think I'm still with that shit now

You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?

You was really barely in that shit, huh?

You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh?

You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?

You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?

On the road and shit, huh?

Using most that shit, huh?

Always broke and shit, huh?

Never post that shit, huh?

I'ma die a gangsta

And you know that shit, huh?

Death before dishonor, nigga

And you know that's it, huh?