Woah (G)
I made a quarter million off shows (no cap)
Still gettin' them 'bows (woah)
I know that's backwards (backwards)
Forever a trapper (forever a trapper)
I keep it on me, I forget I'm a rapper, I deal with the bullshit after (after)
I won't hesitate to pop me a nigga, yeah, my lawyer gon' see 'bout a nigga (see 'bout a nigga)
Loaf Boyz, all my niggas up, these hoes don't know who to fuck (uh)
They stuck a knife so deep in a nigga back, I don't know who to trust (damn)
I was confused when I woke up (how?)
I done went plain and bust down (AP)
2K for a table at Players (Players), just to have a real nigga sit-down (Loaf)
I'm in Miami with the vibe, blockin' all slick bitches that tell lies (lies)
I done went V-Lac for the summer, you know this truck two hundred (skrrt)
I just be livin' out all these moments, I can't believe I done it ('lieve I done it)
I'm on some shit bigger than the city, I let you lil' boys run it
I don't know shit 'bout murders (murders)
I just be full of that purple (full of that drank)
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' (nah)
I just be countin' this money (ooh)
Thumbin' through all these hundreds (hundreds)
Nigga, don't ask me nothin' (like that)
Don't ask me
Nigga, don't ask
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'

I just made twelve five off a show
I just made five thousand off some lows
I just chopped a ten up with Joe
Got my respect off rappin', sellin' dope
I'm in a Lamb' truck with your ho
Pick up the bows if the rap slow
I'm sippin' dead deal like a flunky
I'm the one pourin' the shots, if you ain't know
I'm the one put this together, regardless
I'm in a big Brabus on a party
I couldn't even fit them hoes in a 'Rari
Nigga better not hit shit but his noggin
I made 'em up the cameras at the party
Fucked off a hundred thousand with my posse
Ha, makeup, lace front, hair, nails, toes done, I know she toxic
You ain't gotta ask 'bout me, I'll get you hit
I got my young niggas ready to tick
She say, "You actin' like that 'cause you rich"
Her mouth drop when she saw me in my shit
You ain't never had blood on your kicks
You ain't never seen a nigga body twist
On and off camera, I'm poppin' this shit
I got like two hundred thousand hid
Uh, uh
Yeah (woah)
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'

I don't shit 'bout shit, don't ask me (don't ask me)
I ain't tryna love no bitch, she ratchet
Out in Miami, six foreigns in traffic
Niggas from the city, they ain't in my bracket
Woah, they ain't know this shit was gon' happen
I just made a ten, on God, off rapping
Mini AR, everywhere, shoot rapid
Try me at the show, on ma, I'm crashin'
Woah, twenty-five thousand on a Rollie, bitch bust
Whole lot of ice in my mouth, shit crushed
Ayy, bitch got away, goddamn, he lucky
Hit him six times, but still, we touched him
I just spent fifteen hundred on a tee
I done went put 30K on my teeth
I just put a flat-back box on a glee
Glock 29 get to tickin' like G or somethin'
He just be rappin' 'bout murder, he ain't nothin'
Niggas lil' boys, these niggas my sons
We Loaf Boyz, these niggas, they crumbs
Fuck sendin' shots, my niggas send bombs
Bitch, I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'