text: I pour that lean in the double-cup, 4‚500 stuffed in my joggers
  I  got a lil bitch in college we cuttin up‚ she mix her Hennessy wit the molly
  If  you knew what I knew‚ boy, you wouldnt try me
  Price on your head, boy‚ go get that body
  Lets get to that money, lets get to this money
  These  all dirty hunnids, we catchin bodies
  Airhorn 
  Hol on man‚ hol on
  Baby  Jesus, man
  I told you I recorded all the muhfuckin songs at the crib, nigga
  I do what I wanna do, nigga
  And I do it better than yall, fuck
  I  pour that lean in the double-cup, 4,500 stuffed in my joggers
  I got a lil bitch in college we cuttin up, she mix her Hennessy wit the molly
  If you knew what I knew, boy, you wouldnt try me
  Price on your head, boy, go get that body
  Lets get to that money, lets get to this money
  These all dirty hunnids, we catchin bodies
  Just came back from South by Southwest in Austin
  All the white people telling me that Im awesome
  Came a long way from taking em losses
  Dont fuck with lames, I kick it with bosses
  Dont give a fuck, get it from my daddy
  Ever rolled in my past, then just teach your family
  Niggas aint kin to me, niggas aint feeling me
  Niggas aint real as me, niggas some hoes
  Ask for low, put them things on the road
  Right hand on my soul, I dont love none of these hoes
  Niggas get in they feelings and diss me subliminally
  Then they be wondering what done got into me
  I got the juice, you know juice give you energy
  Fuck out your feelings, dont care who aint feeling me
  Your girl always feeling me, look
  I fucked the bitch, turn into a monster
  Now thats your bitch, you tell her you love her
  Pull off in a rental, come back in a foreign
  Get miss and dismiss the bitch because she boring
  Fuck all that taxing, its getting annoying
  I need a freaky bitch like to do porn
  She look jus like a Kardashian
  When Baby Jesus done rappin, Im taxin em
  Business is business, dont like it then fuck ya
  Yeah, thats my nigga, dont mean that I trust him
  Im still bout whatever, my nigga, I love you
  Whenever the shit hit the fan, bitch, Im clutchin
  Whenever the shit hit the fan, bitch, Im bustin
  You ever feel lucky, come see if Im bluffin
  Yeah, you niggas know thats a no-go
  Name in that paperwork, boy, thats a no-no
  Cant be affiliated wit the po-po
  Hold on, hold on, hold on, Slim, hold on, man
  You gotta stop that shit right there, man
  I cannot be affiliated with the po-po
  All police-ass niggas stay away from me, man
  Cheese-eater
  I dont fuck around with pork, you hear me?
  Im half-Muslim, you already know
  Boy, where they do that at
  That part hurt your feelings cause you a rat
  Take it personal nigga, I dont fuck wit snitches
  You niggas is bitches, you tell on real niggas, then get out of prison
  Cant wait til the day that they free all my niggas
  Man free all my niggas
  Free your niggas too
  You already know
  You already know it 
  You already know it