doubled with the perc i stayed down they wrestling in the trap i m playing like draymond i had them bitches at the same time feed my crips that s on my main line the thing that s sparkling this rollie wrist drip it s this rolex poppin bitches swear they know me i got the hood on my shoulders pulled up with bricks in the hood i stayed down and got rich in the hood bad bitch pussy good got a shell case for the 38 with the wood i should hit me a jugg i m good put a whole 3 5 in a backwoods i don t fuck with these niggas they hollywood cum in that bitch and i m dabbing like robin hood getting that money fucking these bitches fuck the police we don t fuck with no snitches stayed down went from the rags to the riches me and baby uiie run up the digits ooh let me stop for a minute fuck that bullshit we got glocks with extensions real niggas we don t beef over mentions we still in the hood in the trenches came from the hood i was raised in the concrete getting money i ain t got time to sleep jumped out the porsche and landed on my feet back then i ain t know nothing bout a beat i ain t know nothing bout rap they ain t know nothing bout me came from the belly of the beast you ain t never seen a nigga like me i m trapping all day fuck the police we gotta get it real street nigga riding round with it got a trap house filled up with bricks and the pounds in it shipping the pack like i pitch on the mound with it givenchy with the stars couldn t walk a mile in it i don t need money counters or accountant got fifty thousand money stacked up like mountains i m drinking lean like it comes out of fountains we don t know how to sit on no couches still in the hood with the bags and the ounces i ain t worried bout no nigga i keep counting i just drop off the pack and i m rerouting pour a 4 in the faygo a 5 in the red woods african diamonds cost a lot of canned goods sending twenty to my mansion in ellenwood cookies you know them ain t no edibles  pulled up with bricks in the hood i stayed down and got rich in the hood bad bitch pussy good got a shell case for the 38 with the wood i should hit me a jugg i m good put a whole 3 5 in a backwoods i don t fuck with these niggas they hollywood cum in that bitch and i m dabbing like robin hood getting that money fucking these bitches fuck the police we don t fuck with no snitches stayed down went from the rags to the riches me and baby uiie run up the digits ooh let me stop for a minute fuck that bullshit we got glocks with extensions real niggas we don t beef over mentions we still in the hood in the trenches just found a bitch on the explore page bust a pint on the tech pour up four ways fresh everyday i got cake like my birthday they like my swag and my lingo my wordplay i caught a skurt on a thursday i come from the pj the worst way i just want the pj the private way i don t give these bitches the time of day i m eating ruth s chris the filet i m eating cookies they come from the bay foreign whip when i touch down in the a counting money please stay out the way rock designer they wanna know what i pay rock a gold chain like i just won first place my niggas strapped up with dirty k s we got the gas like the circle k rocking off white with my kanye s chains on like a runaway strapped the fuck up nigga ready for gunplay church s chickens on a sunday i m smoking that wonder brick cookie candyland counting up the bands i know i can hang in the hood with a money flag got a bookbag full of country bands i m in the hood they thought i wouldn t make it now i m shopping all the way out in vegas i m rich these bitches trying to have my baby copped the audi and the brand new mercedes i made the money never made me got chains on like a slave i rock designer all day fuck you gotta pay me pulled up with bricks in the hood i stayed down and got rich in the hood bad bitch pussy good got a shell case for the 38 with the wood i should hit me a jugg i m good put a whole 3 5 in a backwoods i don t fuck with these niggas they hollywood cum in that bitch and i m dabbing like robin hood getting that money fucking these bitches fuck the police we don t fuck with no snitches stayed down went from the rags to the riches me and baby uiie run up the digits ooh let me stop for a minute fuck that bullshit we got glocks with extensions real niggas we don t beef over mentions we still in the hood in the trenches2