text: Metro
  I been betrayed before, I done been played before
  Givin em all the smoke, givin em all
  I done been left in the rain, I aint have nowhere to go
  I feel less of a man, I cant depend on a hoe
  They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
  Dont care if its war, we fuckin on bitches, Im holdin em down
  If she a hustler fine and honest, Im bringin her round
  I told her I dont care what she do in the street
  Just dont make me look like a clown
  Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal
  Caught a opp hangin at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground
  Eastside nigga bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, well chase yall
  Hit em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off
  One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10
  Count a couple Ms, Im clappin, make sure the fans get a fraction
  Dont think Im just rappin and all these lyrics cappin
  Talkin out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him
  VVs in my ear, I look like a star
  Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car
  If she aint givin top, we gon let her starve
  Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Searge
  Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
  I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George
  Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
  Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
  Niggas know Im geeked, high on the moon
  21, made man, bada boom
  Pussyboy, youre lukewarm, not cool
  Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
  Your baby momma went to Cali
  She touchin the city, we gettin em gone
  We really tryna catch a body
  You just tryna catch a body in a song
  I let down my guard, I showed her my heart
  She couldnt believe it was chrome
  Them pants thirty-five hunnid
  Mediocre rappers cant put em on
  I been betrayed before, I done been played before
  Givin em all the smoke, givin em all
  I done been left in the rain, I aint have nowhere to go
  I feel less of a man, I cant depend on a hoe
  They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
  Dont care if its war, we fuckin on bitches, Im holdin em down
  If she a hustler fine and honest, Im bringin her round
  I told her I dont care what she do in the street
  Just dont make me look like a clown