One eye open like cyclops
Ran out of work hit the trap spot
44 tucked in the boot
Hash oil all in the coupe
I ain't got a coupe

I'm almost out of sauce with it
Bitch I'm almost out of sauce
I can't take a loss
Fuck, Hugo I'm a boss (boss)
I got the juice (yeah)
City on my back (on my back)
Like it's a noose, yeah
You been stealing swag
I don't approve
I been in my bag
I got the truth, yeah
Rollie on my arm
But not like you
You gon' end up dead (what)
Out on the news, yeah

'Cause you're a moor
Fighting these demons and Gods
('Cause you're a moor)
(Oh, I see it)

Yeah
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay no taxes
I can't pay my taxes
Fuck these taxes man
Fuck, fuck these-

Still, all night
Double park the PT Cruiser
I am feeling like the ruler
On the beat I am the bruiser
I'm just a star I'm gon' run it up
I am just saying I swag on 'em
I had to bring out that bag on 'em
Won't let 'em make me no sense
But I make dollars I don't make no cents

Rip something real quick for the niggas on the Westside

Ay, you hear the beat, yeah nigga down on the Weststide
Bunch of motherfuckers hating, ay
I ain't here for debating, uh
I am so hot when I'm whipping
Niggas be thinking I'm Cajun, uh

These motherfuckers been plotting for days
But I swear that-
Hold on fuck it wait
All that money been spent
Real nigga tryna pay the rent

Ay, I didn't think it would be so weird
Spitting dice, spitting in the middle of the suburbs
With white people folks here

Dj Snitch Bitch in the mix