Y’all know I don’t do direct deposits, fold it up
I’m out in LA I’m on my pac shit, throw it up
This feel like some shit that I can mosh with, open up
I feel like that boy I need my props bitch, fold it Ughhh
Y’all know I don’t do direct deposits, fold it up
I’m out in LA I’m on my pac shit, throw it up
This feel like some shit that I can mosh with, open up
I feel like that boy I need my props bitch, fold it Ughhh

I pray for my blood that’s for they safety, I know it’s cold
These lil boys don’t keep no shit on safety, just overload
Mama ask me how I crash Mercedes on open road
Lost my uncle then got my first band they thought I sold my soul
Turned my heat off
I was in sessions playing my tape and they turned my beat off
All good then I just went on my way with a chip I could feed off
I was out of touch, then THRD touched down and he ran that heat off
Southside phenom, bitch

Y’all know I don’t do direct deposits, fold it up
I’m out in LA I’m on my pac shit, throw it up
This feel like some shit that I can mosh with, open up
I feel like that boy I need my props bitch, fold it Ughhh
Y’all know I don’t do direct deposits, fold it up
I’m out in LA I’m on my pac shit, throw it up
This feel like some shit that I can mosh with, open up
I feel like that boy I need my props bitch, fold it Ughhh