Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't got the whip
My wrist look just like a car wash
(Plugg, car wash)
I'm slidin' 2Pac with two Glocks
Because they all watchin'
(Because they all watchin') dark shades on
She ask why I act like I don't know nobody
(Like you don't know nobody)
If shit go down right now
I up that stick on everybody (yeah)
Excuse me, Ion't mean to be rude
I just want the check to myself (yeah)
Please shut the fuck up
Keep talkin' down nigga
You ain't bringing no help
Tryna hold your load, ain't no miss, shit
Gon' lose your breath

Yeah, I wake up real early
I gotta get that cake (Go)
I livin' life too fast, don't got no brakes
(No) i was down bad, had to make me a way
I was down bad, had to make sum' shake
(Make sum' shake)
Late night on the block, watch for the Jakes
This dirty Glock on me
Make the block earthquake
(The block earthquake)
She said she was there
I been act and persuade
I run to the cake just like it's a relay
(yeah) this watch on my wrist
It look just like a lake
Pull up in the coupe, make a hoe double take
(yeah)
I'm pouring the codeine, I'm barely awake
We ain't cut from the came cloth
We cannot relate (Cannot relate)
I put my ho on her, he 'bout to bake
I like the fifties, and I like blue face
(I like blue face)
The cop pull up with feds
Ain't got nun' to say
My niggas war ready, we air out your face
(Air out your face)

Ain't got the whip
My wrist look just like a car wash
(Car wash)
I'm slidin' 2Pac with two Glocks
Because they all watchin'
(Because they all watchin') dark shades on
She ask why I act like I don't know nobody
(Like you don't know nobody)
If shit go down right now
I up that stick on everybody (yeah)
Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude
I just want the check to myself
(Plugg, yeah) please shut the fuck up
Keep talkin' down nigga
You ain't bringing no help
Tryna hold your load, ain't no miss, shit
Gon' lose your breath

I'm high as a bitch, gotta catch my breath
Stick in my jeans, I'mma limp when I step
Feel some type of way? Say it with your chest
I got a mini draco on the side of me
They was just talkin'
They wasn't gon' ride for me
Thought I'd thank God
Just hope that he proud of me
They used to be hatin'
Now they said they proud of me
I took my Glock and stuffed
It in that Louis bag
Everything good nigga, but this bitch bad
Don't try to call my phone
For your bitch back
I ain't got no time for your bitch ass
I'm in Saks Fifth
And I'm poppin' them tags
Remember them days I had to
Load up that mag'
Designer shades on because my eyes got bags
Hop on the plane, I ain't bring no bag
I ain't been sleep in like four or five days
I been gettin' money like ten different ways
I know what they say, but this crime pays
Some long nights and long days
That back street just like a maze
Them hunnids got the same face
This Glock ain't finna play-play
I will send that bitch up broad day
Ain't no way I could go Broadway

Ain't got the whip
My wrist look just like a car wash
(Car wash)
I'm slidin' 2Pac with two Glocks
Because they all watchin'
(Because they all watchin') dark shades on
She ask why I act like I don't know nobody
(Like you don't know nobody)
If shit go down right now
I up that stick on everybody (yeah)
Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude
I just want the check to myself (yeah)
Please shut the fuck up
Keep talkin' down nigga
You ain't bringing no help
Tryna hold your load, ain't no miss, shit
Gon' lose your breath