I'm back in the mix I was down in the slump Walkin' this shit lines punch ya like trunks
Open the sack momma ask "What's that funk"
Try take what I got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go out like Gump
Knots in my pocket my shit go up like mumps
Drank kicked in how you know start twitchin'
Drugs on my body ma ask "Why I'm itchin"
Wanna run up ya profit ya best pay attention
Skip school to kick to kick doors I ain't sittin' in detention
ARP hold it steady ya don't start glitchin'
She could be the one but the bitch don't listen
I got it I spend it I'm payin' Ian pinchin'
Skills behind the wheel like my first name was Vincent
I just might pay for the bundles Soon as she walk in the house I'ma rip out her frontal
He died tryna jack I ain't Adrian Broner
From the west but I call it the jungle
I'm cocky not humble
Caught a lil' buzz niggas hate how I bumble
Hit stick for the sack man I bet it he fumble
This shit for my family getting rich for my mama
Ian Gunna I lie to your honor
Run this shit up for my kinfolk
First gun I stole was a Gen-4
Geekin' up pourin' drank at the Citgo
I just got some top from a Virgo
Time is money and ion got patience
High as hell 12 flick me we racin'
Choppin' his hoes some like Freddie and Jason
Used to blow swishers with Lil' Ki and Mason
I ain't worried bout bitches the money I'm chasin' You can't duck a fully get took out the Matrix
Slept on the floor wasn't no couch in the basement
Wonder how I came up I stayed down and waited
Came up while I'm livin' is gated
Broke and he beefin' they got him cremated They pumped up his head done got him deflated
I ain't lyin' I swear GOD can take me not once have I hated
I want a Cartier skeleton face it This shit go left and this back to the basics
He don't fuck with niggas think PLB racist
Hit the county make bond I got bread to beat cases
My money I love this shit comin' in pages My money I love this shit comin' in layers
RIP with a drum make it thump like a snare I got shit from last year with the tag I ain't wear
Back then I thought life unfair Can't stand me pussy then pull out a chair
Dig deep from the back love to yank on her hair
Drop dick on the hoe make a woo like Ric Flair
Ask mama not once did I care "You gone rob me?" boy I triple dog dare
I feel like Hugh Hefner hit hoes in a pair He saw the flash on my Glock and got scared
I ain't trippin' on bitches Gambino got options
Gone hear a flrrrr why you thought we was boxin'
Off backwoods and drank body filled up with toxins
Why would I quit never thought about stoppin'
Every day of the week people ask when I'm droppin'
You want a feat gotta send a deposit
Can't wait for that day turn my mouth to a faucet
I really been chill but we know I can pop it
Good za blowin' threats like a rocket
Rich on the net I got lint in his pockets
My nigga just stoppin everyone know you'll tell on ya dog fore' the door start lockin
Why Santa wasn't fillin' my stockin'? Now I buy J's every time they be droppin
That's my lil' baby I'm spoilin' her rotten' Niggas be sweet buddy softer than cotton
Boy this shit so fun
Niggas be sweet buddy softer than cotton
Damn why Santa wasn't fillin' my stockin'
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ayy man ayy man it's PLB man
Mr. Paid Little Bastard